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| book text = The moment is nigh; war has been brewing, and now it overflows. When Ketheric turned us toward Shar, I followed him - in appearance, if not in heart. This is my home, and I would not be removed from it, no matter what. I watched at a distance as the darkness here grew; as Ketheric's grief brought him farther and farther from life itself. As he gathered his army, I prayed for his defeat. As the Harpers march upon our little village - our little, beautiful village - I can only hope Ketheric will be felled at last, and Reithwin can begin to heal from this nightmare. | | book text = The moment is nigh; war has been brewing, and now it overflows. When [[Ketheric Thorm|Ketheric]] turned us toward [[Shar]], I followed him - in appearance, if not in heart. This is my home, and I would not be removed from it, no matter what. I watched at a distance as the darkness here grew; as Ketheric's grief brought him farther and farther from life itself. As he gathered his army, I prayed for his defeat. As the [[Harpers]] march upon our little village - our little, beautiful village - I can only hope Ketheric will be felled at last, and [[Reithwin]] can begin to heal from this nightmare. | ||
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Revision as of 17:52, 23 September 2024
Graveyard Diary is a common book.
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
Where to find
By the sarcophagus behind the locked iron gate in the Reithwin Graveyard X: -164 Y: 48.
Text
The moment is nigh; war has been brewing, and now it overflows. When Ketheric turned us toward Shar, I followed him - in appearance, if not in heart. This is my home, and I would not be removed from it, no matter what. I watched at a distance as the darkness here grew; as Ketheric's grief brought him farther and farther from life itself. As he gathered his army, I prayed for his defeat. As the Harpers march upon our little village - our little, beautiful village - I can only hope Ketheric will be felled at last, and Reithwin can begin to heal from this nightmare.