Enderal:Papers
This page contains all papers, messages, etc that aren't listed in either Enderal:Notes or Enderal:Letters
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| Written Paper | _00E_AltIniathExplorationNote | 00036A19 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Report: Morndas, 23. of the Third Harvest, 8234 a. St. Commander Sordan, as agreed I send you herewith the first status report of the expedition to Alt-Iniath. The journey and the exposure were relatively easy, especially in view of the fact that we were attacked by peculiar machines when we opened the ruins. They have great similarity to typical Starling craft, but our chronicler said that they are unlike any technology that we know. Moreover, the entire ruin is filled with strange constructions which must have been built by the same people as the machines. All this confirms your suspicions: This place must have been a research location of the Dylgar. No matter which kind of technology they have researching on, it has similarities with the Beacon and must be responsible for the peculiarly sultry air in the tunnels. Currently, we are still engaged in the development and security of the ruin, but tomorrow we should be able to begin the destruction of the research. As you already said, we can not allow that Arantheal gets hold of what the Dylgar have been researching on. Respectfully, expedition leader Melren |
| Written Paper | _00E_AltIniathExplorationNote02 | 00036A18 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Report: Morndas, 26. of The Third Harvest, 8234 a. St.
Commander Sordan, The situation is critical. We managed to disarm the Starling (or whatever) machines in the upper levels. However, the deeper we descend into the ruin, the more numerous they become. As of today, we have lost half a dozen good soldiers. In addition, on each new level the air becomes more sultry and oppressive. Since the ruin is surrounded by mountains, we do not have the appropriate attire and equipment to operate under these conditions. - Two days ago Chronicler Eldrin was "attacked" by a swarm of mosquitoes, as they are usually found only in Ostian. He is suffering from a high fever since. Tomorrow I will explore the innermost of the compley with a small raiding patrol. For now, we maintain our position and await further instructions. Without reinforcement and proper equipment we will not be able to transport the machines. Expedition leader Melren |
| Old Order | _00E_AltLyguriaNote | 0010BBBC | 0 | 0.10 |
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Find the machine! |
| Parchment | _00E_Ark_NQ_Kor_RevelationPoster | 0006A1B9 | 0 | 0.00 |
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The Five Revelations of Kor
</p> 1.) All that is mundane is an illusion created by the Demiurge. The Demiurge is cruel, the Light-Born are his string puppets. Kor, on the other hand, is unconditional love, pure and untroubled and we want to experience this love. 2.) We can only free us from the bonds of the hateful world by ourselves. - This can only be reached by the one with a pure mind. Reaching this pure mind and breaking away from all that is substantial is the goal of each of Kor's disciples (Sakkava) 3.) Sensual delights, no matter if food, play (Khurta) or fleshly desire are not helpful for attaining Sakkava, as they are instruments of the Demiurge to tie us to this world! Abdicate Khurta except for the mandatory. 5.) Language is the Demiurge's most powerful weapon to keep us away from Kor's love. Language is driven by impulsiveness and feelings and is not based upon meditation and reflection! Remain silent to strengthen your Sakkava. 5.) The solidarity of a fellowship of like-minded disciples is a precious asset and may lighten the struggle for Sakkava. Love and respect your brethren and sisters wholeheartedly and Kor will welcome you all together in his arms. |
| Message of the Embalmer | _00E_ArkTombNote | 00150283 | 0 | 0.00 |
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No idea what's going on. Why did they really forbid funerals?
Why don't they burn those rich people from the uptown? What were they really scared of? |
| Message | _00E_ArkTombNote02 | 00150281 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Erika,
your father bequeathed us this scroll. What you can find at that place is a safeguard for you - But he will only leave it for you, if you visit him after his life. WARNING: Stranger who reads this: My companion has taken precautions against unwanted visitors! |
| Blank Paper | _00E_BlankPaper | 00090440 | 1 | 0.00 |
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| Empty Book | _00E_BookFill01 | 000151BD | 25 | 1.00 | [ no text ] | |
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| Earnings | _00E_BuisnessBook | 0005BB8B | 5 | 1.00 |
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| Message for You | _00E_DunehomeAlchemistMessage | 00063212 | 0 | 0.10 |
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Run fast and jump! Jump high and wide, run endlessly like the wind if you aim to reach the top of my towerlet - waver, and you shall fall down. But shun the rope - indeed, it could not bear a butterball such as you - use the wood with caution, for it should still support you. Maxus Tabakkus |
| Message for You | _00E_DunehomeAlchemistMessage2 | 00063211 | 0 | 0.10 |
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Idiot! You shall not hesitate! Maxus Tabakkus |
| Written Paper | _00E_FrostpassageExplorationNote | 0015100D | 0 | 0.00 |
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This stupid old fogey really thought we would spare her, if she tells
us the hidden place for her jewelry! How she begged for it! Allegedly there is an icefall south-east in the ravine - Lost Ones included. When Kritos arrives next week we will be on our way to the icefall! |
| Journal of the Trading Post at the Mountain Pass | _00E_JournalMountainPassUnique | 000371B8 | 5 | 1.00 |
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Journal of the Trading Post at the Mountain Pass led by Lirron Manes, commander of the Holy Order 20th day of Departure, 8201 after Starfall By decree of Truchessa Dal'Veram, all trading posts of the country will be enforced by a further guardian of the Order during the absence of the Grandmaster. It is forbidden for merchants of non-Enderalaean descent, to travel in groups across the country. Henceforth, they are obligated to travel the paths between ports and trading posts separately and straightforwardly, in company of a guardian of the Order. Before receiving their goods at the trading posts, the contents of all containers will be checked. Travelling alchemists of the Order are authorized to take samples of natural produce any time as well as annalists and arcanists of the Order are authorized to examine any document for subversive or magic content. 5th day of the Hunger Days, 8202 after Starfall As from now, at the Truchessa's behest, any trading activity with other continents is limited to minimum and moreover to the port districts of Ark and Duneville. The trading post at the mountain pass, like all other trading posts in the midland, has to be liquidates within one moon. Stored goods of domestic merchants will be handed over to them. The property of goods left on commission by non-Endralean merchants passes to the Holy Order, if not claimed within this time and the goods will be brought to the depots of Ark, provided that they are of reasonable value. All other goods and the furnishings have to be left behind at the trading posts and the entrances have to be sealed. 8th day of the Golden Moon, 8205 after Starfall Commander Manes visited the trading post in company of three guardians of the Order and two prosepctors to investigate deposits of raw materials. The post was found broke open and looted. Two pathless ones, who set up camp in the building, were resettled to Ark, Undercity. From the cellar rooms the prospectors were able to trace iron deposits under the mountain. 17th day of the First Harvest, 8205 after Starfall Under surveillance of commander Manes the former trading post will be converted for the extraction of iron ore using labor from the Undercity and from now on will be listed as Rock Mist mine. One part of the extracted ore will be transshipped to Riverville, three parts to Ark. 2nd day of Groundbreaking, 8224 after Starfall After the main tunnel collapsed, the Rock Mist mine will be abandoned. Only the most valuable or most needed items will be taken from the mine. Surviving miners will be relocated to the tar pitch cavern at Ark. Commander Manes will be honorably retired, provided that the apothecarii of the Order will be able to heal his injuries. |
| Written Paper | _00E_KoenigsbuchtExplorationNote | 00150149 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Rala was really unlucky. Her arcane fever was incredibly bad and she was close to the blue death. Since we killed her with her dagger upon her request, strange things are happening. We didn't burn her - Could she have risen as a lost one?
We buried her at the beach, but strange crystals and creatures appear at the spot. We should ask Crocco if we could move the quarters... |
| Written Paper | _00E_MQ05_ExplorationNote | 00037896 | 0 | 0.00 | Let us listen to the silence ... What really drives you?
Who are you? Who are you since you have set foot on Enderal? Now you are the opposite of what you really are - instructive, strong, powerful, meaningful, in short: The Prophet. You have constructed a narrative for yourself, a fairy-tale ... a fairy-tale about who you want to be. And you have found exatly those people who confirm it. That's the most important thing, isn't it? You've found someone who believes in your fairy-tale. Don't you see? You're simnply wrong. All about you is wrong. You are pathetic, you know that? What would Sirius say about this? | |
| Written Paper | _00E_MQ11aNoteDalGalarStable | 0014FCF1 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Yes, I know. But he is our master, so what will you do? Only one year, and we will have enough pennies to buy two new horses. For whatever he "uses" them. |
| Order | _00E_MQ11b_Contract | 00020AC5 | 0 | 0.10 |
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Target: Sandgut, Bernos
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| Orders | _00E_NordwindAnweisung | 0014FCB9 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Hunters of the area speak of strange creatures in the ruins of Northwind. We believe an entropist is hiding in the mines of the village. Take a look at the mines next time you have a mission in the Frostcliff Mountains - The order needs ore, and if we want to re-establish the mine we can't just leave it to the entropists! Signet Leader J. B. |
| Orders | _00E_NordwindAnweisungLeuchtfeuer | 0014FCBA | 0 | 0.00 |
Hunters of the area speak of strange creatures in the ruins of Northwind. We believe an entropist is hiding in the mines of the village. Take a look at the mines next time you have a mission in the Frostcliff Mountains - The order needs rare metals to rebuild the Beacon, and if we want to re-establish the mine we can't just leave it to the entropists! Signet Leader J. B. | |
| Written Paper | _00E_NordwindExplorationNote | 00150127 | 0 | 0.00 |
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My sister Ea went with a Kilian merchant ship along the northcoast of Enderal. The ship never arrived in Kile. In the glacier ravine I discovered a shipwreck, but a snow avalance made the tree collapse. Oh Ea, I was so close to you.
Reader, please make sure my sister is safe. Nothing may happen to her. Not at all! I have enough whine with me, but it will only worsen my dry throat, I know that. But I prefer to perish with joyousness. |
| Orders | _00E_NordwindTotenpassNote | 001501DA | 0 | 0.00 |
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The Holy Order sent a covey of keepers and an arcanist into the ruin. The heart of the Pyrean site is in a glacier. This is the backside of the mountain, which people here call "The living temple".
Taranor wants to know, what they are looking for here. If they send reinforcement: Don't let anyone escape! As soon as we found out, what the Order is researching, we will cover our tracks and will make it look, like frost spiders brought the expedition of the Order to an end! |
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I've told Ladia, that the bandits could become dangerous, but she will not leave this place! These bastards watch our house every night ... |
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| Message to the Caravan Leader | _00E_NQ_G_03_LetterForCaravan | 001380E9 | 0 | 0.00 |
Rhodas, I understand your concern. However: We both know, that the bronze-skinned will stop at nothing. It is safer this way. And don't forget: Malphas protects the path-abiding ones, just as he punishes the corrupted ones. I awate you in Ark. Maél Dal'Loran, Guildmaster of the Golden Sickle | |
| Message | _00E_NQ_G_06_Contract | 0013CFD1 | 0 | 0.00 |
Onêlys, I am pleased to hear, that everything went according to plan. Enclosed to this writing you will enough sur to pay for your costs. The exact time and place for the handover of the idol you will receive as an oral notice. To proceed with highest caution should be self-evident - after the slip at the caravan we can't have any more mistakes. Burn this letter, as soon as you read it. --J.S. PS: You should be able to change the coins in any bank into Endralean pennies. | |
| Message of the Sickle | _00E_NQ_G_06_SickleNote | 0013CFD0 | 0 | 0.00 |
Dargar, thank you for your detailed report. As for your question: We will proceed as planned. According to our sources Onêlys has, as expected, recently contacted the Union. She suspects that we are behind the attack, but she has no evidence - and she knows it as well as we do. In particular the confrontation of the protector with the assassins and the counterfeiting of the poison (excellent idea!) will get the Tribunal on our side - in case the multi-colored jesters actually mention it. I'll give them two more weeks, maybe three, then they will give in, pay a part of the price and sail back to their plantations. The exact time and place for the handover of the idol will be communicated to you orally in the next days. Burn this letter once you've read it. M. D. PS: Bring at least five good men to the meeting place. We can trust the Petrified as little as the bronze-skinned ones. | |
| Paper | _00E_NQ12_SilaNote | 00038CCD | 0 | 0.00 |
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(The paper is covered with dirt and a blue powder. The handwriting is spidery, as if it was written with a trembling hand.)
Gunam: Nice guy, one of the Sickle people. Seems to want to come more often, was considerate, and has always paid. (keep in touch) Lambert: Didn't want me to know his name, but had his Amulet on him. Probably thought that a rancid whore can't read. Hah, surprise! Guess he's a novice. As if I care a shit. Was a bit rough when we did it, but he paid. I think he's not a bad guy. "Mysir Darius": Uppertown snob. Insists on being addressed as Mysir Darius. Wanted fool me out of my money last time, I threatened to call Roko. Don't think he'll show up again. Jorek: Poor wretch. Just as addicted to the blasted stuff as myself. I believe he's a bigwig among the Steelcrabs. Even when we did it he kept looking around as if he was afraid someone would come in any moment. Gave me plenty of extra money, hope he returns.
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| Order | _00E_NQ15_Auftrag | 001276F7 | 5 | 1.00 |
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Correct. And I want to emphasize this again - there is no reason for brute force. Intimidate him, threaten him that you will hurt his fellow, something. I'm sure you know how to practise your craft. And make sure that there is no contact between Pentas and my brother, under any circumstances. M. PS: Your payment has been left at the agreed location.
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| Journal of the Apothecarii | _00E_NQ22_DiaryApothekari | 00132DC1 | 95 | 1.00 |
NPC: Corpse of an Apothecarius in Vyn - Enderal (0, 0) @ Z: 6850.366699 |
Journal of Mîail
In this book I will capture the experiences of my journey. Reluctantly, with a heavy heart I depart, but I cannot bear any longer this helplessness. To just sit here, in our monastery, praying to Malphas that he saves us from this scourge is something I can no longer endure. I have to do something. And as this strong will does not allow me to rest, I decided to set out for Ark, with the hope to be able to effect anything. Day 3 So far my journey was, luckily, uneventful. Of course, the mountains are relatively secluded, but nowadays the roads are not the safest anymore. I received hints that close to Fogville a travelling merchant is around, who prides himself on owning very old notes and scripts. I should follow up on this, who knows what one can find within these old texts. Day 5 Fogville is still far away, at least for someone like me who travels the countries on foot. With a horse or a carriage it would probably be much faster, but I have to save my gold if I want to get hold of these writings. I suppose I have to find a scholar who can help me to translate them. Maybe I can find a hint in the local tavern where about to find such a person. Day 6 It was worth it wandering all the way. I found a meadow full of herbs, among them also a few rare plants. I could replenish my supplies and maybe I can mix some potions that I can sell in the next town. Day 7 Finally! I arrived in Fogville! The merchant asked a horrendous price, but therefore I acquired a bundle of old pages, that seem to stem from a book. There are some sketches within the notes. If I understand it correctly, it should be some sort of essay on plants. Who knows what is hiding within these texts? Tonight I will stay at the tavern here in town and try to find a translator for the pages. The time seems right, I anyway had promised my family to report about my travel as soon as possible, and this discovery is a good reason for a message home. Day 8 I was able to find this scholar that could read at least a bit Pyrean. Better than nothing. He was still expensive though, this cutthroat... So far he did not decipher much, but apparently it is about medicine. Maybe even some sort of formula... I have to figure it out. Day 9 Today I did not make real progress. I stayed during the day in a tavern to study what has already been translated of the scripts. If they would just already been all decrypted... Day 10 I cannot stay much longer in this tavern, otherwise my pennies will not suffice until Ark. But I need more time... The scholar has meanwhile translated everything he could. The text still has many blanks, of which he could not make any sense, but I have to get along with it. Maybe I can rent a carriage and keep on reading the notes on my way. Day 12 Sheer Cap Baldris Roots Whisperweed Fire Palm extract |
| Journal of the Apothecarii: Page 1 | _00E_NQ22_Page1 | 00132DC0 | 0 | 0.00 | Day 13 since my departure.
I beg of you, oh Malphas, let me find a remedy, at least a way of alleviation, a possibility to decelerate the progress of this illness, anything that curbs the onset. At the abbey, we worry every day that an envoy might reach us with news of yet another case in the capital. It is a miracle they still even send for us, considering that none of us have the slightest idea what we could do! Adjust a broken limb so it will grow back together in a straight fashion? At your service, Mydame! Your child ate poisonous berries? Worry not, Mysir, three droplets of this remedy each day and your little sunshine will soon be sound and healthy! But this fever, this madness .. we do not know how to stop it. I cannot accept this! After extensive studies and research I found old Pyrean records that mention an herbal extract. The Pyreans used this extract to clear the mind of anything disruptive - a possible antagonist? If the narratives are to be trusted, the Pyreans did not fall victim to the red madness. A civilization that grand and mighty could very well have possessed the means necessary to put an end to this horror. Fortunately, I have finally arrived at my destination. I have reached the Gravespath, this is where the old Pyrean ruins are supposed to be located - if Malphas wills it, I might finally find a remedy here. I will rest one more night and then set out to unveil the secrets of masonry. | |
| Journal of the Apothecarii: Page 2 | _00E_NQ22_Page2 | 00132DBA | 0 | 0.00 | Day 14 since my departure.
These ruins are without a doubt Pyrean. A skeleton I have found here is the best evidence for this. There are no humans of this size in Enderal these days. Who might this one have been? Although I have only just arrived, I already feel that this journey was worth the time. These ruins hold a secret. It is almost as if the stones were whispering to me, calling out to me. They reach out to me to uncover the secret they are holding. I sometimes feel as if there was a voice, but this must be my imagination. Or ... could it be? Images flash in front of my eyes, much like memories, but I have never seen these places. Three rings up in the sky. A gentle ascent to the very top. On golden wings. These cannot be my own memories, can they? What do they mean? I should continue exploring these ruins. There might be something that will guide me towards the remedy. | |
| Journal of the Apothecarii: Page 3 | _00E_NQ22_Page3 | 00132DBB | 0 | 0.00 | I remember how I walked along here once, but I was never at this place before. The hallways just seem so familiar to me ...
The more I think about the mixture of herbs, the more I ponder whether I'll be able to unravel the mystery surrounding the possible antidote, the more images appear before my eyes. Memories that are not mine, familiar images that I have never seen. I just wanted to rest, because it was so exhaousting to search the ruins, but when I closed my eyes, I had visions of a giant pile drilling through my head, my blood flowing from the wound, and blue crystals sprout from my remains like flowers. The stabbing pain in my head made me startle, and have a feeling that I will find no rest until I do not know where these images come from. Again and again I see this pile. Huge and cold it rises into the air from a field of blue crystals. | |
| Journal of the Apothecarii: Page 4 | _00E_NQ22_Page4 | 00132DBC | 0 | 0.00 | The images become more and more confused and pervasive. I think about home, about the time before I started this journey, but instead of the monastery I only see these ruins, dead stones that are crushed by time, overgrown by plants. I think of the birth of my daughter, but I can not remember her face. There's just this incredible emptiness.
I need to find the cure, I have come so far, now I cannot give up! These visions will not stop me, but I feel that they don't want it, they keep showing me new places, new hideouts. The visions make my head roar, and when I want to cool my face with water, I suddenly see the water crawling into my skin instead of how instead of rolling off from it. A torrent grows into my skin and digs a deep crater through my flesh. The pain almost makes me faint. If these pictures are memories that are not mine - then whose memories are they? Which poor soul has such memories? Does it have to do with the herbal extract? And if it does, what is it? | |
| Journal of the Apothecarii: Page 5 | _00E_NQ22_Page5 | 00132DBD | 0 | 0.00 | I jump through colorful leaves. I run with the bear across stones. I fly high, high above all else, until I'm close to the orange sky. Caution, attention, or I'll fall down ...
No, wait, that's not me - I've never seen this place, I was never here, I grew up here. My mother calls me, I have to stop playing. I do not know this woman. Why does she look so sad? I'll be right there, mum. Why does my head hurt so much? I have a bitter taste in the mouth, disgusting and heavy, and it takes all my strength not to lose my lunch. No, wait, mum, don't do that, I do not want that. This place is driving me insane. I have to fathom its mystery before it's too late. Who knows if it isn't too late already. | |
| Journal of the Apothecarii: Page 6 | _00E_NQ22_Page6 | 00132DBE | 0 | 0.00 | Day 15th
I don't want to leave, mum. I want to stay with you. I must find the cure. I must find a way to cure the Red Madness. I don't want to drink this, dad, let me go! This bitter taste, growing stronger, more and more, I cannot breathe, rot fills my lungs, no mum, no dad, NO! I do not know how I got here. My memories are like pages of a book in a storm, wildly flying toward me, are there really mine? I see a lake, and mum's face, her tender skin, her huge fangs. The stones down there look so inviting, only one step forward, then all is over ... No more pain ... No, I must go on. These visions want to tell me something. Am I ready to see it? If it gets me the cure, then I have to find it. Slowly I just doubt whether this herbal extract really does what I think it does. | |
| Journal of the Apothecarii: Page 7 | _00E_NQ22_Page7 | 00132DBF | 0 | 0.00 | I cannot hear anything anymore. My head is filled with loud screaming which at the same time is a deafening silence. I feel how someone hold my little arms. Why does the pain not end?
Again and again I the foul taste in my mouth makes me vomit. Although my stomach must have been empty for a long time now, I spit out a light green liquid over and over. Has it caused the taste? Mum and dad have forced me to drink this ... Is this the herbal elixir? Did the visions want to show me what it does? I can see how someone bends over me, my body is too weak to move, something moves quickly toward my face, and the pain makes me cry. Then the images that have tortured me in recent days are gone. I am clear again. And my body is burning with pain. I now understand what the visions wanted to show me, where the memories come from, but I wish I didn't know. How can I explain that the cure upon which we have placed our hope is not a cure? That it sets the miond free, as the records have told, but not from illness, but in an unexpected and inhuman manner? What were the Pyreans thinking? How could they create such a mixture? I cannot bring this knowledge into the world. It may not be found, never again should someone use this elixir. I'm going to destroy this knowledge, cost what it may. I'm so sorry. | |
| Written Parchment from the Dam Watch | _00E_PilzwaldStaudammNotiz | 00103D31 | 1 | 0.00 |
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12th day of Winter Star I packed my gear and left the Dam Watch behind me. The mushrooms and their effects in the forest became too strong. I saw and experienced visions and dreams with my late father. Some would say, that this decision is pathless - but I will be for sure, if I remain here longer. Signed A. |
| Written Paper | _00E_RhalataExplorationNote | 0014FCE6 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Wipe away your debt! |
| Written Paper | _00E_RhalataExplorationNote02 | 0014FCE9 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Burak,
we have scouted the Whispwood. I know you don't really dare to go there, but eastern, not far from the old ritual side of the Steel Crabs at the lake, we've discovered a glow poder workshop of the Rhalata in a cave! Imagine all the pennies, we could get for that! The Rhalata protect the spot with mercenaries, who are more skilled than you. You need a majority and train your folks! Crocco |
| Scribbled Paper | _00E_SilberseeHerzlandNoti | 000FE196 | 0 | 0.10 |
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Dear Mother, you will be joyful to hear, that for the first time I earn money through honest work. We've found silver, in a lake in the Heartland! It was washed out. Finally I can retire on a lonely island. |
| Scribbled Parchment | _00E_SonnenkuesteNotiz | 0004D270 | 0 | 0.00 |
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I don't know what's going on! Everybody is so strange. The animals are evil. They ate mommy and daddy. |
| Journal | _00E_TagebuchBergpass | 0002B3EE | 1 | 1.00 |
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I used to be an adventurer, but then I took an arrow to the knee. |
| Old Order | _00E_ThunderFrostNote01 | 0006A8A8 | 0 | 0.10 |
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To: Severikk Barin, gate guard 6th of The Fundament, 6136 a. St. Report: Thalgard has fallen, Dal'Marak is missing any trace. They closed the Shadow Pass, but I still assume some of our brothers are behind the walls. May Malphas let their souls rest! The men of Fort Wellwatch is forearmed. If this epidemic, this exostosis - whatever it may be - reaches Fort Wellwatch, then Goldenforst has to be hold under any circumstances. I will leave to Wellwatch, to support Gerrak. The commandership is now in the hands of Arkan. The gate cannot collapse. Don't rest! - If you see the slightest evidence of clouds, immediatly report back to Arkan. Vikko Ironpuncher, commander's office Fort Goldenforst |
| Bulletin | _00E_ValstaagNote2 | 00052F2F | 0 | 0.00 |
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Here hangs Dal'Valstaag!
Blueblooded goof-of! Now we eat at your table and fuck your wife in the dungeon!<p> Whoever dares to remove this note will be impaled! |
| Bulletin | _00E_ValstaagNote3 | 00052FCB | 0 | 0.00 |
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You useless idiots! Put away this books, that this scruffy Dal'Valstaag has lying around everywhere! Nobody needs them! You are thinking too much for my liking, you damn bastards! For all I care you can burn them now, but stop educating yourselves! |
| Bulletin | _00E_ValstaagNote6 | 00055966 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Whoever brings me those three strange coins of the old Valstaag and
puts them in this chest will receive an enormous reward! And find me this brat of a daughter, most likely she has one of them.<p> --Grupub the Bonebreaker |
| Bulletin | _00E_YeraiAushang | 000235E6 | 0 | 0.00 |
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Looking for a procurer of old things against fancy payment!
Visit me in my workshop in the nobles quarter near the bathhouse. Yerai Dal'Terrowin |
