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Oh, my stupid slaughter kin. How many thousands will you mutilate before you learn to make their blood spill worthy of Father's altar? You deceive your god with these mindless flayings, and our temple, no ''my'' temple, decays because of it. | Oh, my stupid slaughter kin. How many thousands will you mutilate before you learn to make their blood spill worthy of Father's altar? You deceive your god with these mindless flayings, and our temple, no ''my'' temple, decays because of it. | ||
It can't be so. It mustn't be so. The favourite of Bhaal must be one worthy of his name. One who serves him, and only him. | It can't be so. It mustn't be so. The favourite of Bhaal must be one worthy of his name. One who serves him, and only him. | ||
If you insist on shouldering the yoke of these other so-called Chosen, then I will craft you a better one. A worm, to make you mindless as the altar-meat you butcher. And I will restore this temple in Bhaal's true image. A glorious vision, built atop your festering corpse. | If you insist on shouldering the yoke of these other so-called Chosen, then I will craft you a better one. A worm, to make you mindless as the altar-meat you butcher. And I will restore this temple in Bhaal's true image. A glorious vision, built atop your festering corpse. | ||
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Blood-Envy for the Unworthy is a book containing Orin's thoughts on her sibling.
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_BhaalTemple_BloodEnvyForTheUnworthyV1UUID
07929498-7c12-442c-9756-54952388be06
Where to find
- Inside a locked chest beside Orin's bed in the Chosen's Room, Bhaal Temple.
Text
Oh, my stupid slaughter kin. How many thousands will you mutilate before you learn to make their blood spill worthy of Father's altar? You deceive your god with these mindless flayings, and our temple, no my temple, decays because of it.
It can't be so. It mustn't be so. The favourite of Bhaal must be one worthy of his name. One who serves him, and only him.
If you insist on shouldering the yoke of these other so-called Chosen, then I will craft you a better one. A worm, to make you mindless as the altar-meat you butcher. And I will restore this temple in Bhaal's true image. A glorious vision, built atop your festering corpse.