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| description = '''I Talk to the Bones''' is a book of Bhaalist poems presumed to be authored by [[Grimlark]]
| description = '''I Talk to the Bones''' is a book of Bhaalist poems presumed to be authored by [[Grimlark]]
| 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.
| book author = Grimlark
| book text = [This is a notebook filled with handwritten poems, most of which seem to be about communing with the murdered dead through contemplation of their corpses. The verse, much of it quite accomplished, is lyrical and elegiac, profoundly insightful and even moving. The final poem is 34 lines in length, ending with the words below.]
| book text = [This is a notebook filled with handwritten poems, most of which seem to be about communing with the murdered dead through contemplation of their corpses. The verse, much of it quite accomplished, is lyrical and elegiac, profoundly insightful and even moving. The final poem is 34 lines in length, ending with the words below.]



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I Talk to the Bones is a book of Bhaalist poems presumed to be authored by Grimlark

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

Properties

  • Books
  • Author: Grimlark Grimlark
  • Rarity: Common
  •  Weight: 1 kg / 2 lb
  • Price: 28 gp


Where to find

Can be looted off of Grimlark in the Bhaal Temple - The Chosen's Room

Text

[This is a notebook filled with handwritten poems, most of which seem to be about communing with the murdered dead through contemplation of their corpses. The verse, much of it quite accomplished, is lyrical and elegiac, profoundly insightful and even moving. The final poem is 34 lines in length, ending with the words below.]


Your corpus was killed, your life ephemeral

But your death was fine art, and art is eternal.

Hail, immortal victim, hail

In sacrifice, live ever on.