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{{Journal entry|Things are so much worse than I thought. The River Noumenon, the way to the Afterlife, is blocked. Imaru has somehow wedged herself in there, using the curse I gave her and her own, sheer, bloody-minded rage to stick her in place. | {{DW/Journal entry|Things are so much worse than I thought. The River Noumenon, the way to the Afterlife, is blocked. Imaru has somehow wedged herself in there, using the curse I gave her and her own, sheer, bloody-minded rage to stick her in place. | ||
She claws at the edge of the Underworld, creating rifts that bleed the Noumenon’s waters into our world like some deadly poison that rips out the soul. She uses her “Blessing” as an anchor to her people, dragging their souls to her so that she might feast and grow stronger. | She claws at the edge of the Underworld, creating rifts that bleed the Noumenon’s waters into our world like some deadly poison that rips out the soul. She uses her “Blessing” as an anchor to her people, dragging their souls to her so that she might feast and grow stronger. | ||
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This is all my fault. I need to try and find a way to fix it.}} | This is all my fault. I need to try and find a way to fix it.}} | ||
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Latest revision as of 18:49, 9 April 2026
Ravanna's Fifth Journal is found on the approach to the Dragonwilds:Hope's Fall Tower, to the left of the entry ramp on the approach, and beside a blue-standing torch.
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She claws at the edge of the Underworld, creating rifts that bleed the Noumenon’s waters into our world like some deadly poison that rips out the soul. She uses her “Blessing” as an anchor to her people, dragging their souls to her so that she might feast and grow stronger.
So focused on strength and power, on beating Kuldra, that she doesn’t think about what happens to everyone else. My soul is protected, warded by the curse that rages inside me, but the other villagers aren’t so lucky.
I see tendrils of their spirits being dragged from their chests like a ragged cloak billowing in the wind. They don’t see it, of course, but they can feel it. They know something is going on and it’s leading to blind panic. The once peaceful chatter of Fellhollow is now turning to stifled screams.
This is all my fault. I need to try and find a way to fix it.