Edvige's Journal
Edvige's Journal
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- Location
- Temple of the Blessed Mantle
(Eternity's Garden) - Type
- Book
- Interact
- Yes
- Destructible
- No
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Edvige's Journal is a book that can be found on the leftmost bed in the chamber north of the Spire of Exaltation point of interest. It is a journal written by the seer Edvige about encounters with the Forgotten Tirss Alkessh, and the Kryptis Febe and Mosyn.
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The mists are as wonderous as I recall from my last delve through the veil. Equal parts disturbing and inspiring, even for one as experienced as I. Once can never predict what horrors or treasures lie at the end of the ever-shifting astral causeways. I have asked Tirss, on the odd occasion we cross paths in Stellis Quor, if they had any inkling of how their people traversed the unpredictable expanse between Tyria and wherever their kind hailed from. Sadly, I am no stranger to four-armed shrugs, though perhaps it was unfair to burden them with such ponderances. My serpentine friend is a diplomat and entertainer, after all, not whatever equates to an artificer for their kind.
But I digress; my current journey has not been without stimulating company of its own. I recently came to rest in a small pocket adrift in the chaos, sheltered beneath a large coiling tree. Verdence, strange flora crowding a small, crystal-clear pool that appeared endlessly deep. Naturally, I began to sketch my surrounds when I felt the brush of a presence against my conscious mind. It asked what I was doing, so I humored it, offering to show my artwork. It was then a second presence made itself known, and it was clear I had stumbled onto something of a private retreat...or a feeding ground.
Together, their rather pale and striking figures emerged behind the tree trunk that surrounded the clearing in which I sat. Nayosians, demons, best I could discern. One, smaller hovering off the ground with several tentacle-like appendages twisting and coiling beneath their torso. Meanwhile, the other towered above me, nearly tall enough for their horn to pierce the tree's canopy. To my surprise, the smaller one accepted my offer while the other loomed above, watching.
After a brief introduction, I spent what I felt like days explaining my technique, color theory, and even interpretation, never having met beings so enthralled by fancies and craft. The smaller one, Mosyn, held my chalk sticks in her long, webbed hands, her opalescent skin shimmering to match each color, as if she were searing every hue into her memory, her being. Her fellow thanked me for letting them "borrow the colors." I explained that the act of creating art belonged to no one and everyone. The look he gave me, it was as if he'd seen his first sunlit horizon. He hungered for meaning, for the comfort it appeared to bring him.
Eventually, I took my leave, unharmed; the color of their gratitude painted on my very consciousness. I could sense their lingering hunger, the way their eyes traced my own, but even then, something about our exchange had satiated them for the moment.
Is it possible there is more to the denizens of Nayos than we've been told? A rumination for another journey, perhaps.
Related achievements[edit]
Eternity's Garden: Scholar of the Garden — Read all of the noteworthy books scattered around Eternity's Garden. (4
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