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| description = '''Lo! A Most Joyous Sensation!''' is a field report written by Bentan the Devout to Sormal of [[Open Hand Temple]].
| description = '''Lo! A Most Joyous Sensation!''' is an [[Ilmater|ilmatari]] field report written by Bentan the Devout to Sormal of [[Open Hand Temple]].
| 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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| book author = Bentan the Devout
| book text = '''For the Eyes of Father Sormal of the Open Hand Temple ONLY'''
| book text = '''For the Eyes of Father Sormal of the Open Hand Temple ONLY'''



Revision as of 08:41, 27 September 2024

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Lo! A Most Joyous Sensation! is an ilmatari field report written by Bentan the Devout to Sormal of Open Hand Temple.

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

Properties

  • Books
  • Author: Bentan the Devout
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
  • Price: 14 gp


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Text

For the Eyes of Father Sormal of the Open Hand Temple ONLY

Field Report - Bentan the Devout - Marpenoth 12 - 1368DR


Today, a roughshod group of adventuring sorts happened upon my little patch of Firewine Bridge, so I naturally espoused the benefits of our shattered saint unto them. Can you conceive of what they said to me, Archsuffer? After I had warned them of the evils of the most perverted of magics, this group of degenerates claimed to house sorcerers. Sorcerers! They would not heed my warnings about this degenerate magic, nor would they cast off all earthly belongings and join our flock! The feeling in the pit of my stomach as they cast pitying eyes across my pathetic form... What exquisite, holy suffering.