EQ2 FURNITURE



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Books
Uncle Wrott's Notebook
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Quest reward from [129] Something Wrotten (Mahngavi Wastes), started by Wrott Havenmore in Mahngavi Wastes (-19, 110, 507).

Discovered on 2 Dec 2021 at 0:20:57 PST.
Uncle Wrott's Notebook
Now that I am here upon Vetrovia, I can begin my studies. I've been intrigued by the tales of beings from other worlds on this continent, since my joining the coven. I could visit the pitiful few whose ancestors survived the culling over two centuries ago. They are easy enough to find lurking about the desert ruins, but what I seek is power they do not hold. They are but proof of it, a tantalizing glint of its existence.
I was drawn to a curious copper tablet I found within the Ghastly Fate ruins. It is written in a language I cannot decipher, but after I gain a few, I am confident I can unlock its knowledge.
I did it! I have in my possession enough examples of this unknown language to cast a deciphering spell. Now it is but a matter of time!

I will record the translations here for further study.
Let these tablets carry my words to all Trusik. Let all future Trusik generations know of our struggle and determination, and give praise to Trushar, fearsome god of the oceans, god of the cradle and grave, for his deliverance!
Since the Period of Prayer we have recognized the great ocean god, Trushar, the giver and taker. For it is he who we have to thank for all the good bestowed upon us. High Priest Ikkibi Daluda opened my eyes to the faith of Trushar when I was but a youngling, and I have held the truth of it in my heart ever since. Unfortunately, some refused the truth, and provoked Trushar's wrath.
He was testing us with battering storms and devastating downpours. It was his first great test of our faith, but it wouldn't be his last. The sacrifices it took to appease him, and bring about his blessings once more, were varied and sizable. Still, our skeptical cousins refused to see the truth of Trushar. Instead, they labeled us as zealots, religious detractors from their status quo. We left them, the Nihil, and struck out on our own. Afterall, how could we remain with those who choose to ignore Trushar?
We made our own place in the mountains, far away from the shoreside village we had called home. In its center we constructed a great temple to Trushar and consecrated it with elaborate sacrifices. The bodies of the drowned were taken to the sea, while our prayers were carried on the winds. Ours was to be a society built for Trushar at the center of every aspect, for there would be no Trusik without him. Prayers could be heard any hour of any day being uttered near the chapels, chantries, and prayer grounds.
We prayed incessantly, praising Trushar through deed and word. Over the years, our rituals and rites became increasingly powerful. While those of Nihilia continued to take his gifts of the seasonal rains and the fish from the sea for granted. Trushar's anger was building, no matter how fervently we sacrificed or how elaborate our amplified prayer ceremonies had become.
That's when they came, an army from another land -- another world if you believe them. They call themselves the Muramites, they are of many peoples and creatures. Never had we seen anyone of their kind before. The foreign legion covered the land, from mountains to sea. They slew Nihil and Trusik alike, laid waste to our cities, and enslaved the survivors. I had been in prayer for several days. Begging Trushar to hear us, once more.
He answered with a great quake that shook the land and the invaders, leaving them confused and disorganized. This was the sign I had prayed for! Trushar still listens. He has not abandoned us! I will show him how great our faith still is. I will prove our worthiness of his love.
This is not our end; our people will continue! I know Trushar will answer my grand sacrificial ceremony I intend and deliver us from these invaders. No one left will be able to deny his power, his godhood. Our people will be one, once more, united in absolute faith. We will know prosperity and blessings as never before!
Noqufiel, Priest of Trushar
The ceremony! That is how they did it. That is how they breached the walls of another reality! It almost makes up for translating the rest of this drivel.

Now to research the ceremony, and recreate it...