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| description = '''Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 1''' is the first of three diaries written by [[Ketheric Thorm]]. | | description = '''Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 1''' is the first of three diaries written by [[Ketheric Thorm]]. | ||
| quote = A diary stamped with seven stars on its inner cover. | | quote = A diary stamped with seven stars on its inner cover. | ||
| book | | book author = Ketheric Thorm | ||
| book text = [A journal spanning years, beginning with the birth of a child and ending with what appears to be a series of dateless tragedies.] | | book text = [A journal spanning years, beginning with the birth of a child and ending with what appears to be a series of dateless tragedies.] | ||
How can she be gone? Where did she go? The Moonmaiden cannot be so unfeeling - so cruel. Not toward her most devoted servant. Not after Melodia. | How can she be gone? Where did she go? The Moonmaiden cannot be so unfeeling - so cruel. Not toward her most devoted servant. Not after Melodia. | ||
It makes no sense. It makes no sense. I won't survive it. That much I know. | It makes no sense. It makes no sense. I won't survive it. That much I know. | ||
Forgetting is the only possibility. The embrace of oblivion. The reprieve of nothingness. It would not be possible for a man to survive knowing what he knows. Knowing what can be lost. Shar understands that. Hers is the only mercy I can comprehend. My mind is full of holes - yet not enough. | Forgetting is the only possibility. The embrace of oblivion. The reprieve of nothingness. It would not be possible for a man to survive knowing what he knows. Knowing what can be lost. Shar understands that. Hers is the only mercy I can comprehend. My mind is full of holes - yet not enough. | ||
The emptiness. | The emptiness. | ||
The time. | The time. | ||
The nothingness. | The nothingness. | ||
And still I remember. Still I remember it all. | And still I remember. Still I remember it all. | ||
There is no mercy in this beating heart. | There is no mercy in this beating heart. | ||
There is no mercy in life at all. | There is no mercy in life at all. | ||
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Latest revision as of 17:09, 18 October 2024
Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 1 is the first of three diaries written by Ketheric Thorm.
A diary stamped with seven stars on its inner cover.
Properties
Books
Author: Ketheric Thorm
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
UID
S_SHA_KethericBookUUID
fe37015f-b882-49f9-90f9-436dcf667fab
Where to find
- Central chamber of the Grand Mausoleum X: -280 Y: -872
Text
[A journal spanning years, beginning with the birth of a child and ending with what appears to be a series of dateless tragedies.]
How can she be gone? Where did she go? The Moonmaiden cannot be so unfeeling - so cruel. Not toward her most devoted servant. Not after Melodia.
It makes no sense. It makes no sense. I won't survive it. That much I know.
Forgetting is the only possibility. The embrace of oblivion. The reprieve of nothingness. It would not be possible for a man to survive knowing what he knows. Knowing what can be lost. Shar understands that. Hers is the only mercy I can comprehend. My mind is full of holes - yet not enough.
The emptiness.
The time.
The nothingness.
And still I remember. Still I remember it all.
There is no mercy in this beating heart.
There is no mercy in life at all.