Ad placeholder
A Fall of Netheril: Difference between revisions
No edit summary |
HiddenDragon (talk | contribs) mNo edit summary |
||
| (4 intermediate revisions by 3 users not shown) | |||
| Line 1: | Line 1: | ||
{{MiscItemPage | {{MiscItemPage | ||
| image = Book Tome P Image.png | | image = Book Tome P Image.png | ||
| controller icon = Book Tome P Unfaded.png | |||
| icon = Book Tome P Item Icon.png | | icon = Book Tome P Item Icon.png | ||
| description = | | description = '''A Fall of Netheril''' is a book about the downfall of [[Netheril]]. | ||
| quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | | quote = This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink. | ||
| book | | book author = Raphael | ||
| book text = [A first-hand account of the Fall of Netheril, written by Raphael.] | | book text = [A first-hand account of the Fall of Netheril, written by Raphael.] | ||
| Line 19: | Line 20: | ||
| price = 14 | | price = 14 | ||
| uid = BOOK_UNI_LOW_HouseOfHope_DevilsDesires | | uid = BOOK_UNI_LOW_HouseOfHope_DevilsDesires | ||
| uuid = 30cc0fd9-fc21-4d70-8934-16f07ac7d0a3 | | uuid = 30cc0fd9-fc21-4d70-8934-16f07ac7d0a3 | ||
| usage cost = | | usage cost = | ||
Latest revision as of 18:56, 23 October 2024
A Fall of Netheril is a book about the downfall of Netheril.
This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.
Properties
Author: 
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
Where to find
On top of a rosewood desk in the Archive of the House of Hope. X: -6542 Y: 2942
Text
[A first-hand account of the Fall of Netheril, written by Raphael.]
Even a merregon could not have kept a smile from creeping across its face when walking through those fields of the dead. Bodies, broken, the land painted crimson from horizon to horizon. Karsus brought Netheril's cities tumbling from the skies, and for a brief, glorious moment, he created a spectacle of such utter horror, it was worthy to be the tenth hell. I delighted in it, until I realised that the one thing I sought was not to be found among that delicious carnage. The Crown... it had been stolen.