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== Lore == | == Lore == | ||
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| − | + | | title = Diary of a Failed Maid | |
| − | + | | lochint= Found in Statehelm | |
| − | + | | category= Misc | |
| − | + | | area= [[Statehelm]] | |
| + | | visibility= Hidden Until Found | ||
| + | }} | ||
| + | [[Diary of a Failed Maid]] is a [[Lorebook]] purchasable in [[Statehelm]]. | ||
| + | == Content == | ||
| + | *Translated from Crone by [[Orregar the Scribe]]. It is believed this diary belonged to a human servant in the [[Crone Hegemony]]. | ||
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| + | -- | ||
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| + | I have failed my master again! I try so hard, but I cannot manage to get everything done in time! I'm just too slow. Too clumsy. Too disorganized. Lady Wuxhar beat me so severely this time that I'm unable to sleep from the pain. She used her talons... | ||
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| + | I've made up my mind to ask to leave in the morning. I will take the pilgrimage of [[Strekios]]. | ||
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| + | -- | ||
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| + | Lady Wuxhar agreed, as tradition demands. But she laughed and said I was committing suicide -- an I may well be. I just see no other way of improving. Nobody here will take the time to help me be a better maid, and I can't take more beatings. So I set out tomorrow at dawn. | ||
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| + | The beating that Lady Wuxhar gave me tonight was mild. I believe she pities me. And she should! I began to regret my decision the moment I spoke it aloud... but you do not renege on a vow to visit a [[Strekios]] camp! | ||
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| + | -- | ||
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| + | I have traveled far today -- four miles, perhaps five. My feet are sore and my food is already low. But if I am headed in the right direction, I should arrive tomorrow. | ||
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| + | -- | ||
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| + | It has been two days since I last wrote. I have been traveling in the wrong direction! I am sure of it, for last night I realized I was in the [[Forest of the Greenest Siren]]. I heard her singing! The siren's song was beautiful, but so frightening. Her voice filled my head, then it took control of my feet. I was forced to trek through the woods towards her sound. But my sense of direction is so poor that I got turned around... I didn't manage to find her before day broke. The singing stopped, so I ran away as fast as I could. I have never been more scared. Never! | ||
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| + | I am now out of food, and my feet are bleeding and sore. I lost my shoes somewhere in the woods. I have no idea what to do. | ||
| + | == Related Lore == | ||
| + | [[Category:Lorebook]][[Category:Register of Lore]] | ||
Revision as of 15:55, 17 February 2026
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| "The sensational best-selling diary of a maid from the Crone Hegemony. This was saved from obscurity due to one scene that documents the first sabotage attack of the (at-the-time-unrecognized) Night Executioner, the deadly hitman who is STILL. AT. LARGE. Read of his first heinous exploits here!"
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| File:Diary of a Failed Maid (lorebook).png Hint: Found in Statehelm
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| Visibility: | Hidden Until Found
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Diary of a Failed Maid is a Lorebook purchasable in Statehelm.
Content
- Translated from Crone by Orregar the Scribe. It is believed this diary belonged to a human servant in the Crone Hegemony.
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I have failed my master again! I try so hard, but I cannot manage to get everything done in time! I'm just too slow. Too clumsy. Too disorganized. Lady Wuxhar beat me so severely this time that I'm unable to sleep from the pain. She used her talons...
I've made up my mind to ask to leave in the morning. I will take the pilgrimage of Strekios.
--
Lady Wuxhar agreed, as tradition demands. But she laughed and said I was committing suicide -- an I may well be. I just see no other way of improving. Nobody here will take the time to help me be a better maid, and I can't take more beatings. So I set out tomorrow at dawn.
The beating that Lady Wuxhar gave me tonight was mild. I believe she pities me. And she should! I began to regret my decision the moment I spoke it aloud... but you do not renege on a vow to visit a Strekios camp!
--
I have traveled far today -- four miles, perhaps five. My feet are sore and my food is already low. But if I am headed in the right direction, I should arrive tomorrow.
--
It has been two days since I last wrote. I have been traveling in the wrong direction! I am sure of it, for last night I realized I was in the Forest of the Greenest Siren. I heard her singing! The siren's song was beautiful, but so frightening. Her voice filled my head, then it took control of my feet. I was forced to trek through the woods towards her sound. But my sense of direction is so poor that I got turned around... I didn't manage to find her before day broke. The singing stopped, so I ran away as fast as I could. I have never been more scared. Never!
I am now out of food, and my feet are bleeding and sore. I lost my shoes somewhere in the woods. I have no idea what to do.