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'But why?' Roa screams, the beast within barely contained. 'Why follow Shar? Why destroy Moonhaven?' | 'But why?' Roa screams, the beast within barely contained. 'Why follow [[Shar]]? Why destroy [[Blighted Village|Moonhaven]]?' | ||
Ketheric stares down [haughtily? cruelly?] at Roa as he steps over the bodies of Harpers and | [[Ketheric Thorm|Ketheric]] stares down [haughtily? cruelly?] at Roa as he steps over the bodies of [[Harpers]] and [[druid]]s alike. 'Shar knows all.' He smiles [maliciously?]. 'She gave me a holy mission. I'm merely fulfilling it.' | ||
'The people of Moonhaven trusted you!' Roa cries, his anger rising. 'How could you turn your Dark | 'The people of Moonhaven trusted you!' Roa cries, his anger rising. 'How could you turn your [[Dark Justiciar]]s on them?' Ketheric smiles, 'They needed the target practice. Can't have Shar's elite getting rusty, now can we? As for you...' a crescent blade appears in his [cruel?] hands. 'You are but one lone druid, Roa. Who are you to stand against me?' | ||
Latest revision as of 12:45, 2 December 2024
Book Draft - Volume III is a journal that may have belonged to Roan Featherway.
The third book in a series of romance novels, this once beautifully bound book has had pages ripped out, glued back in and even tied to the book's spine using a piece of twine.
Properties
Author: Roan Featherway
Rarity: Common
Weight: 0.5 kg / 1 lb
Price: 14 gp 
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['Volume Three' is written in bold on the front. The title 'The Cost of Sorrow' is followed by a number of question marks.]
'But why?' Roa screams, the beast within barely contained. 'Why follow Shar? Why destroy Moonhaven?'
Ketheric stares down [haughtily? cruelly?] at Roa as he steps over the bodies of Harpers and druids alike. 'Shar knows all.' He smiles [maliciously?]. 'She gave me a holy mission. I'm merely fulfilling it.'
'The people of Moonhaven trusted you!' Roa cries, his anger rising. 'How could you turn your Dark Justiciars on them?' Ketheric smiles, 'They needed the target practice. Can't have Shar's elite getting rusty, now can we? As for you...' a crescent blade appears in his [cruel?] hands. 'You are but one lone druid, Roa. Who are you to stand against me?'
Roa forces himself to his feet, Silvanus' fury coursing through him.
'I'm your downfall. Today you die, Ketheric!'