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| [[Image:Torn Journal icon.png]] '''Name:''' Torn Journal
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| | * {{itemlink|Torn Journal (First Half)}} |
| | * {{itemlink|Torn Journal (Second Half)}} |
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| '''Description:''' The first half of a small, handwritten journal.
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| '''Author:''' Cambarth
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| '''How obtained:''' From [[Virindi Overseer]] in [[Mount Lethe Magma Tubes]].
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| '''Pages:''' 6
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| '''Text:'''
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| ''4th of Frostfell, 13th Year of Exile
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| ''Today a most curious thing occurred. Asjan and I were discussing worker productivity when there was a soft knock at the door. Upon opening it, a violet-cloaked figure wearing a mask floated - floated! - in the air before us. Asjan gasped and froze. I asked this creature if I could help it, reasoning that since it knocked politely, in our fashion, it must have Intellect. The Thing introduced itself as "Lord Sarvaen," a noble of Arwic, and offered me a business proposition. I asked what it had in mind.
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| ''"Sarvaen" floated in the room, the ragged trailings of its cloak fluttering, and explained that it had need for the unique crystals I had discovered in the mountain. Its voice was... Ah, but I lack the words. Deep it was, and oddly cadenced. It was beyond question not a man's voice, and sounded as if it came through a tunnel, or from the grave. Straight-faced, I asked what it offered in turn. At this, one violet-draped "arm" rose and placed a gem upon the table. I did not see its hand for the folds of the cloak.
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| ''It was a ruby; large, flawless, and more finely cut than any stone I have ever seen. I have not the words to do justice to this amazing artifact.
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| ''Exchanging raw crystal of undetermined worth for such incredible craftsmanship seemed like a sound decision, so I offered to draw up a contract. "Sarvaen's" cloak rippled, as if a swarm of insects were beating against the interior, and it said that true men preferred to do business without records.
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| ''At this, Asjan's nerve snapped, and he ran from the room shrieking hysterically. The Thing turned to mark his passage, and I believe I saw a flash of violet-blue light from behind the corner of its bizarre mask.
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| ''The deal, fortunately, was quickly agreed upon, and "Sarvaen" left a small pile of jewels behind, as a token of its good faith. I calculate their worth to be in excess of 100,000 Pyreal.
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| ''I do not trust this Thing by any account. But one cannot argue with the profit - which is, after all, why I am in this hellish place!
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| ''7th Frostfell
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| ''Asjan has disappeared. A badly written note, supposedly from him, was found, saying that he went home to Qalaba'r. I know the Thing did it. It still believes that I believe it is a man, and it must remain so improbably ignorant
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