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| book text = These slick innards, these fluid chambers. How long have we been here, making thralls? I don't want to any longer... Myrkul is drowned out in my head by my own spiral fears. The Bone Lord doesn't want a coward. None of this looks real. I am in a kraken belly. I am turned inside-upside. I am dead. Myrkul's Gray Waste always sounded peaceful. Not like this
| book text = These slick innards, these fluid chambers. How long have we been here, making thralls? I don't want to any longer... Myrkul is drowned out in my head by my own spiral fears. The Bone Lord doesn't want a coward. None of this looks real. I am in a kraken belly. I am turned inside-upside. I am dead. Myrkul's Gray Waste always sounded peaceful. Not like this
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Revision as of 12:15, 3 September 2023

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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


Text

These slick innards, these fluid chambers. How long have we been here, making thralls? I don't want to any longer... Myrkul is drowned out in my head by my own spiral fears. The Bone Lord doesn't want a coward. None of this looks real. I am in a kraken belly. I am turned inside-upside. I am dead. Myrkul's Gray Waste always sounded peaceful. Not like this