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==Location==
==Location==
{{Map|Bloodstained Page|width=250px|height=250px|center=136000,123800|zoom=3}}
{{DW/Map|Bloodstained Page|width=250px|height=250px|center=136000,123800|zoom=3}}


==Journal==
==Journal==
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My wound is a lethal one, so I leave this message as a last letter to my siblings in arms.  
My wound is a lethal one, so I leave this message as a last letter to my siblings in arms.  


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I pray my siblings do not find it.
I pray my siblings do not find it.
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{{Lore Scraps}}
{{DW/Lore Scraps}}
{{Bloodblight Swamp}}
{{DW/Bloodblight Swamp}}

Latest revision as of 18:31, 9 April 2026

The Bloodstained Page is the first Dragonwilds:lore scrap in the abyssal series.

Location

Script error: No such module "Map".

Journal

The following text is transcribed from the Journal.

My wound is a lethal one, so I leave this message as a last letter to my siblings in arms.

I am proud to be one of the Dragonwilds:Wild Knights, chosen by Dragonwilds:Guthix to defend people from nature and nature from people. I am a guardian between two worlds, and it fills me with pride. But what I encountered just a few days prior was not from either world.

It was a monster. A demon. Blade-like talons where arms should be, and it arrived in a flash of purple lightning. Its chitinous hide repelled my blade, and my spells caused no sign of flinching. I found it in the fog as I wandered that poisonous swamp searching for a fugitive. I found the criminal; just as his bloodied torso slipped into that wicked maw.

The universe has its own sense of justice.

If it hadn’t fed, I am sure I wouldn’t be here. It was sated, slower than it could have been, giving me a chance. Barely. It plunged one of those wicked pincers through my stomach, and I narrowly escaped with my life.

What’s left of it.

I pray my siblings do not find it.

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