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Latest revision as of 08:16, 19 October 2024

Crumbling Journal image

A book describing a mortal's encounter with Jergal.

Description Icon.png

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
  • UID BOOK_LOW_Graveyard_JergalPriestess
    UUID 0bad0eda-ac69-4487-8812-7dbdeae85e85


Where to find

Text

I was still a supplicant when I came face to face with him: Masked in gold, his skin fine and worn as parchment. Jergal, the death-keeper, the End of Everything. I asked what he needed of me. He asked a simple question: “What is the worth of a single mortal's life?” I knew not how to respond, and said as such. He seemed nonplussed; neither disappointed nor pleased. I fell to my knees in respect for his awesome power. This garnered no reaction. There I stayed, trembling with an emotion I could not name. And when I stood again, the Final Scribe was gone.