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Latest revision as of 05:43, 22 October 2024
Dark Justiciar's Plea is the diary of a sharran who became repentant.
A gasp of regret from a repentant Sharran.
Properties
Books
Author: Church of Shar
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
S_UND_MonkAmulet_JusticiarDiaryUUID
46463c1a-06ab-4896-9012-abc446c7178a
Text
Shar, Singer of Eternal Night,
Is this the glory You spoke of?
I have journeyed through sheer darkness, with once-unerring faith as my guide. I have faced myself in mortal battle. I have been hunter and the hunted within your labyrinth of shadow. In these trials, I sought your favour, yet felt nothing but your contempt. I was promised the comfort of nothing. So why do I feel the torment of everything?
In the final trial, I felt no triumph. The girl barely flinched as my blade pierced her flesh, yet her eyes betrayed her grief. How much torture had she endured, how many tears had she shed? What sort of man have I become, that I would inflict such torture? What sort of goddess would demand it of me?
And still, only silence. And in silence, I have my answer.