| FTUE_Body_lore1d | I swear today I saw Almeda, speared through the chest with a timber, same as I witnessed him thrown overboard six days ago. There he was—pale, water-bloated, hissing, incoherent, and yet the same Almeda I shared mess with. I fled from his ghastly visage as he swiped at me with hands decaying. I do not know what shore we have encountered, but it is not the promised land of our dreams. Only purgatory, only a promise of unholy punishment. Joan Caron Cartwright to the Capital Survey Expedition Survivor of the wrecked ship “Mere Courage” |
| FTUE_Body_lore4d | In the distance I have spotted two grand statues of fine craftsmanship standing against the waves. The tide has receded and there is nothing for me in the muddy grave behind me. Ahead, there is a bar of sand leading to the main land of Aeternum. I know not what I will find there, but it must be better than this. Joan Caron Cartwright to the Capital Survey Expedition Survivor of the wrecked ship “Mere Courage” |