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| where to find = On the floor behind the sarcophagus in the central chamber of the [[Grand Mausoleum]]. {{coords|-280|-872}}
| where to find = * Central chamber of the [[Grand Mausoleum]] {{coords|-280|-872}}
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* [[Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 2]]
* [[Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 3]]
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Revision as of 01:02, 17 December 2023

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Diary of Ketheric Thorm, Vol 1 is the first of three diaries written by Ketheric Thorm.

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A diary stamped with seven stars on its inner cover.

Properties

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


Where to find

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.

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