Item: a fragile, brittle page of parchment
Item 'a fragile, brittle page of parchment' is type parchment, alignment 0, made of paper,
has keywords 'fragile brittle page parchment crinkly sheet book relic artificing'.
This item weighs 0 stones and 2 pebbles, and is valued at 250 gp.
This level 10 item has no special attributes.
This fragile sheet of papyrus looks very, very old, and has obviously
been through quite a bit. A splash of slaadi blood soaks through both sides
of the page, and some eye goop has been wiped on one of the corners. The
left side of the parchment is shredded, likely from when this page was torn
from its original book. Quite possibly, this parchment is the only part of
the book to survive. The calligraphy inked on the parchment when it was new
has faded from bleaching, sun damage, running, and all manner of other
horrors, but if you look closely, you can still pick out a few details...
Long description: A crinkly old sheet of paper lies covered in dust.
This item can be found in Strange Ruins.
has keywords 'fragile brittle page parchment crinkly sheet book relic artificing'.
This item weighs 0 stones and 2 pebbles, and is valued at 250 gp.
This level 10 item has no special attributes.
This fragile sheet of papyrus looks very, very old, and has obviously
been through quite a bit. A splash of slaadi blood soaks through both sides
of the page, and some eye goop has been wiped on one of the corners. The
left side of the parchment is shredded, likely from when this page was torn
from its original book. Quite possibly, this parchment is the only part of
the book to survive. The calligraphy inked on the parchment when it was new
has faded from bleaching, sun damage, running, and all manner of other
horrors, but if you look closely, you can still pick out a few details...
Long description: A crinkly old sheet of paper lies covered in dust.
This item can be found in Strange Ruins.
Perem
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look details: Traipsing through the forest today, we found a wounded fawn. Too sick to be healed, we ended its suffering with a scythe. Oayaa took the remains, and foresaw more death to come, beyond the hobbled animal. Sometime in the future, a lord's lady shall be felled by nefarious magic before her time. All of the world's sadness shall take form of a single rose, but it too will die. It made be returned to life in memoriam, but only through the use of magic. Oayaa said: A lock of the fair lady's hair. A ring from the lord's garments. An element from the couple's steed. Combined within the statues, and a seed for the future in the sarcophagus, and a nation's sorrow will be remembered. (is just one it can be) |
| Demovibutler |
look details: A gnomish prospector joined us this evening, seeking refuge after being chased for three days by a rabid yeti. Weary and quite thankful for the sanctuary, he presented us with a velvet bag of amber. Idle and curious after supper, Oayaa spent some time getting to know the rocks. Before bed, she came in and divulged to me what she had seen. Sometime in the far future, likely, either through powerful magic or natural forces, one of the stones will form part of a powerful earthen artifact, composed of relics of great power. Oayaa said: A stone forged in the depths of a volcano. A piece of red amber. A stone compressed in the fiery forges of a demigod. Combined within the statues, and with a round stone in the sarcophagus, a power gemstone shall emerge. |
| Saker |
look details: Iyuyoehe had a nightmare, concerning the unnatural and unholy evils that trample the land. Concerned, Oayaa divined the morning's tea. The leaves spoke of a tangled web, of magical battles and wills that may rend the very ground we walk upon. In time, a host of warring demigods will seek to independently win their freedom from within the earth, although they will be tirelessly fought. A physical manifestation of their will shall be sought by dark powers, although Oayaa could not tell the outcome. That we may record the means through which this manifestation might be wrought, to achieve power before less moral individuals. Oayaa said: A tooth from a balrog, imprisoned deep in the earth. A shard from the body of a fiery demigod. Something from the nothingness. Combined within the statues, and an anonymous rock in the sarcophagus, and the might of demigods shall be ours. |
| Myrenne |
look details: An elvenchild from the forest sought refuge from the storm, today. She brought with her seeds, and willed them to Oayaa as a gesture of goodwill. Oayaa threw them them, and foresaw a great darkening on the land. She does not know when, but a baneful woman shall arise, and seek to murder the patriarch of the land. Her book of invocations and evocations will be in time, but adventurers will recreate it anew. Oayaa said: A blackened skull of lesser measurement, evil in its magic ways. A crystal crossing the planes, unstable in its reality. A page torn from the cursed book itself. Combined within the statues, and a spellbook of white in the sarcophagus, and her book shall be penned again. |