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Again AGAIN this praise-poxing creature comes back to me. If it will not leave me be, I will make something beautiful of it. An effigy, stuffed with the flesh of every other butler in this city. Father will see I need no instruction, no inspiration. Nor does any <i>true</i> Chosen of Bhaal. | Again AGAIN this praise-poxing creature comes back to me. If it will not leave me be, I will make something beautiful of it. An effigy, stuffed with the flesh of every other butler in this city. Father will see I need no instruction, no inspiration. Nor does any <i>true</i> Chosen of Bhaal. |
Revision as of 17:10, 27 October 2023
Experiment on Cruor is a book written by a Chosen of Bhaal.
This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
- Books
- Rarity: Common
- Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
- Price: 14 gp
Text
NIGHTAL 3
Father sent a butler to fawn over me. I'm not my mind-mangled bloodkin. I need no coddling. I will send it back to Him, entrails and all.
NIGHTAL 4
Not again. The wretched minion has returned, singing my praises over the way I slaughtered it. If it craves death, I will give it a lingering one. It's screams will silence Father's concerns.
NIGHTAL 9
Again AGAIN this praise-poxing creature comes back to me. If it will not leave me be, I will make something beautiful of it. An effigy, stuffed with the flesh of every other butler in this city. Father will see I need no instruction, no inspiration. Nor does any true Chosen of Bhaal.