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| description = | | description = '''Hoof-Trodden Diary''' is written by someone who is haunted by a hag. Despite its name and text, the image of this diary is written on a sheet of paper. | ||
| quote = | | quote = A thick, battered journal. Bite marks dot one corner. | ||
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| book text = [This page starts off written in an elegant cursive but soon devolves into a scrawling mess.] | | book text = [This page starts off written in an elegant cursive but soon devolves into a scrawling mess.] | ||
I dreamed of Ethel again. She laughed, mouth full of my guts as she ripped my baby from my stomach with her teeth. I screamed, and so did the babe, but then it changed into a doll - a horrible looking thing. I woke up freezing cold but burning hot. Will I ever escape that goddamn witch? | I dreamed of Ethel again. She laughed, mouth full of my guts as she ripped my baby from my stomach with her teeth. I screamed, and so did the babe, but then it changed into a doll - a horrible looking thing. I woke up freezing cold but burning hot. Will I ever escape that goddamn witch? | ||
I saw the doll again, but it was no dream. Kled was telling me about a nice cloud he saw outside, when I spotted it over his shoulder - staring at me. I screamed, and poor Kled started screaming too, so I lied and said I saw a mouse. I think I just need to sleep. | I saw the doll again, but it was no dream. Kled was telling me about a nice cloud he saw outside, when I spotted it over his shoulder - staring at me. I screamed, and poor Kled started screaming too, so I lied and said I saw a mouse. I think I just need to sleep. | ||
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[The page ends in a bizarre off-kilter scrawl.] | [The page ends in a bizarre off-kilter scrawl.] | ||
| type = | | type = Notes | ||
| camp supplies = | | camp supplies = | ||
| single use = | | single use = | ||
| rarity = | | rarity = common | ||
| weight kg = | | weight kg = .05 | ||
| weight lb = | | weight lb = .1 | ||
| price = 14 | | price = 14 | ||
| usage cost = | | usage cost = | ||
| effect = | | effect = | ||
| where to find = | | where to find = * On a table on the second floor of [[Old Garlow's Place]] {{coords|-54|-142}} | ||
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Revision as of 02:51, 9 February 2024
Hoof-Trodden Diary is written by someone who is haunted by a hag. Despite its name and text, the image of this diary is written on a sheet of paper.
A thick, battered journal. Bite marks dot one corner.
Properties
Notes
Rarity: Common
Weight: .05 kg / 0.1 lb
Price: 14 gp
Where to find
- On a table on the second floor of Old Garlow's Place X: -54 Y: -142
Text
[This page starts off written in an elegant cursive but soon devolves into a scrawling mess.]
I dreamed of Ethel again. She laughed, mouth full of my guts as she ripped my baby from my stomach with her teeth. I screamed, and so did the babe, but then it changed into a doll - a horrible looking thing. I woke up freezing cold but burning hot. Will I ever escape that goddamn witch?
I saw the doll again, but it was no dream. Kled was telling me about a nice cloud he saw outside, when I spotted it over his shoulder - staring at me. I screamed, and poor Kled started screaming too, so I lied and said I saw a mouse. I think I just need to sleep.
The doll, it's everywhere. I tried to warn the others, but I can't speak. Can't walk. My fingers stiffen as I write. Adrienne, get -
[The page ends in a bizarre off-kilter scrawl.]