EQ2 FURNITURE



Total items rewarded from Renewal of Ro: Buried Truths: 2
Scrolls
A Troubling Account
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An account of some of the terrors that befell the city of Takish'Hiz following the curse by Ro.

TREASURED
LORE  NO-TRADE  NO-VALUE

Quest reward from [130] Renewal of Ro: Buried Truths (Signature), started by Firiona Vie in Raj'Dur Plateaus (-549, 11, 438) (plundered from A Resident's Journal in Buried Takish'Hiz: Terrene Threshold [Signature]).

Plundered from Buried Takish'Hiz: Terrene Threshold [Signature] (-771, -17, -19).
requires having the Quest "Renewal of Ro: Buried Truths"

Discovered on 30 Nov 2022 at 12:50:49 PST.
A Troubling Account
Some more talk in the market today. Merchants are starting to demand higher prices. They claim the crops are even thinner this season and that at least twenty percent of all the harvest is being stored away, by royal decree, in case the rains hold out even longer. This seemed to have brought fear into people's eyes, but I find it reassuring. Our King and Queen, long may they reign, are doing what they must to protect us all. We will ride out this harsh season and find delight and ease on the other side. May the Mother of All bless us.
A royal decree was read out by the criers today. They're asking us to conserve and ration even more! There's talk of starvation from those who have been on the edge of the forest, in Tak'Xiz. I am not sure what to make of it, but I thank Tunare for the wisdom of King and Queen Tak'Yaliz and their advisors. They've been redirecting the aqueducts and watering channels to feed more of the local farmlands. The outer lands may be wilting, but the heart of the Elddar Empire is strong.
More refugees arrive every day, it seems. So many of them, thin and weak, especially the elders and the wee ones. It's been difficult here, but when I see the pain and hunger etched on their faces, I am both ashamed and relieved. Relieved to have not suffered as they have and ashamed to have not realized how terrible it had become for those living in the outer cities and villages.
Seems the Burning Prince is not the only god with aims to see us suffering. The Plaguebringer has added several curses to our continuing woes. Disease is flourishing and death is becoming more commonplace. Often the death is the result of the ailing body either by disease or starvation, but there are growing numbers of deaths where an act of violence is to blame. A mother desperate to relieve her children's suffering; a hopeless man killing another to steal his cheese and bread. How quickly our world has turned dark under the blinding rays of the relentless sun!
I'm beginning to feel this little journal of mine may well serve as a record of our empire's decline. I pray to The Mother, I am wrong. I should have left with so many others when they sailed to unknown lands. The perils of the unknown would hold more hope, more promise than remaining here has. All life and joy are slowly being bled from the city, day after day.

All citizens of Takish'Hiz, no matter age or state of health, have been conscripted by the King and Queen into work forces, so intent are they on saving the city, saving their throne.
I have been put to work helping Priests of Growth. It gave my day some purpose, I admit, but it has not provided me distraction from our dire situation. They have been performing rites and rituals over the struggling farmlands in attempts to keep Takish'Hiz fed and their own power from waning, yet... I can see the diminished yield. They are wringing the soil of its last remnants of nourishment, resulting in pitiful and short-lived crops.
The defense projects intended to keep the encroaching desert sands at bay have all proven temporary at best, or equally destructive at worst. A section of the elaborate walls erected by our mighty geomancers caved in the other day. It fell into an underground cavity and took a section of the city with it. Done in by the sheer weight of the stone and the sand piling against it, to Elder Geomancer Caedor's dismay.
The day has come, unthinkable as it was just a few seasons ago; the King and Queen had the great horn blown, and their standards removed from the royal residence. The city is too far gone and cannot be saved, but it cannot be abandoned either. My position as aid to the Priests of Growth provided me with an intimate view of the considerations made and debates had on the subject.
There are many an enemy who could live well in the desert and would find prestige and arcane wealth within our abandoned capitol. As a result, the geomancers have been charged with sealing the city under stone and erecting guardians. The druids are to salt the land, and the priests are erecting arcane defenses.
Those who were healthy and capable of travel left the scorched lands this morning, with their Royal Highnesses. They are sailing across the Ocean of Tears to a new and fertile land, leaving behind the rest of us in Takish'Hiz to carry out our tasks, and be sealed inside. There are more of us than I would have liked to see left behind, including Elder Geomancer Caedor. He volunteered to stay behind within the sealed city, some suspect as penance for the collapse after having convinced King and Queen Tak'Yaliz of its guaranteed success.
Years ago, as he was rising through the ranks of the advisors to the new King and Queen, some had warned of his hunger for power, so his act of sacrifice must have come as both a surprise and a relief to the other royal advisors.

With the King and Queen gone, Caedor is now the highest-ranking official within Takish'Hiz. He's rallied us to do what we were tasked to do for the good of our kin, living or dead, for as long as we can. He was motivating, I must admit.
It's been months... years? I had lost myself for a time. I forgot all about this journal. It's difficult to explain all that's transpired since my last entry, even to myself. Details slip and memories seem to be shifting somehow. Forgive my confusion... I am trying to write down as much as possible before it is all gone, again. Before I am gone again.
Caedor began studying heretical magics. Or had he secretly been doing so for years? I recall rumors claiming he had begun building living creatures from sand, while others claimed he was magically transforming creatures into sand and rock. Lord Caedor had set his mind to forcing open the spring to the Plane of Growth. Was I called to consult for this? Had I been brought before him due to my work with the Priests of Growth? It wouldn't work. His temper flared. Statues crumbled.
No, wait... Was it an act of pity? Had this been to ease our pain? We had been buried and faced a lack of food and water; our bodies left to crumble like the stone around us. He and his devotees found a way to save us, to make us immune to the needs of the flesh.

His slaves. That is what we are now! Beings of sand and stone, ceaselessly carrying out his commands, including defense of the city. He has cursed us all to an eternal existence without need for food, water, or even breath, but it robbed us of life.
So many around me, tirelessly laboring, or standing as still as stone. Their bodies still exist, but as for their mind, I don't know.

Was that how I was? Am I doomed to return to that state, again?
[No further entries were made in this journal.]
Plants
Seed of Growth Replica
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TREASURED

Quest reward from [130] Renewal of Ro: Buried Truths (Signature), started by Firiona Vie in Raj'Dur Plateaus (-549, 11, 438).

Purchased from Becka Quantem in Great Divide (1193, -533, 462) for 4g 64s 69c.
requires Lore and Legend server

Discovered on 30 Nov 2022 at 13:03:46 PST.