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| description = '''I Talk to the Bones''' is a collection of [[Bhaal|Bhaalist]] poems.
| description = '''I Talk to the Bones''' is a book of Bhaalist poems presumed to be authored by [[Grimlark]]
| 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.
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In sacrifice, live ever on.
In sacrifice, live ever on.
| where to find = Can be looted off of [[Grimlark]] in the Bhaal Temple - The Chosen's Room
| where to find = * Carried by [[Grimlark|Invoker of Bhaal Grimlark]] in [[Bhaal_Temple#The_Chosen's_Room|The Chosen's Room]] {{coords|89|1006}}
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Latest revision as of 09:34, 21 October 2024

I Talk to the Bones image

I Talk to the Bones is a collection of Bhaalist poems.

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This book is redolent with the enticing smell of paper and ink.

Properties

  • Books
  • Author: Grimlark Grimlark
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp


Where to find

Text

[This is a notebook filled with handwritten poems, most of which seem to be about communing with the murdered dead through contemplation of their corpses. The verse, much of it quite accomplished, is lyrical and elegiac, profoundly insightful and even moving. The final poem is 34 lines in length, ending with the words below.]


Your corpus was killed, your life ephemeral

But your death was fine art, and art is eternal.

Hail, immortal victim, hail

In sacrifice, live ever on.