Tattered Paper

IconNameRarityFamily
Tattered Paper
Tattered Paper1
Rarstr
Non-Codex Series, Tattered Paper
Tattered Paper
Tattered Paper1
Rarstr
Tattered Paper, Non-Codex Series
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Tattered Paper

Tattered Paper
Tattered PaperNameTattered Paper
Type (Ingame)Quest Item
FamilyNon-Codex Series, Tattered Paper
RarityRaritystr
DescriptionA crumpled note with very messy, illegible handwriting.
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...He's the only physician in the village, and now he's lost his senses. We had to tie him up and lock him in a cellar. It's the only way to stop him from being a danger to himself and others...
...Right here, right now, all we can do is pray, and hope that Her Excellency the Shogun hears our hearts' cry and puts an end to this war...
...I must gather everyone at the shrine. Given the circumstances, people are struggling to stay strong, and although I'm battling with my own powerlessness as the village head, I should at least do something to give them hope...
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...Shingo says he heard the word of god. How absurd...
...Chouji's mother is back again. She prays at the shrine every day. Is it because of her illness, or for her husband? I regret that there's nothing I can do to help their family as the village head...
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...I locked Shingo up. He's gone completely insane — he tried to attack Chouji's mother! It was the least I could do to apologize to her on behalf of everyone in Higi Village...
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...I keep hearing voices right beside my ears. Loud voices, a constant drone... Maybe I just need to rest. I've not had a proper night's sleep in days...
...My auditory hallucinations aren't getting any better, and I've got a terrible headache...

Tattered Paper

Tattered Paper
Tattered PaperNameTattered Paper
Type (Ingame)Quest Item
FamilyTattered Paper, Non-Codex Series
RarityRaritystr
DescriptionA tattered piece of paper left by someone. It seems to be torn from some sheet music and has become rather brittle with the passing of years.
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We are children with no kin, the petty servants on whom no light shines.
In our left hand is the shield that protects our home, and our right wields the sword that is the will of the polar star.
For crowns we wear masks that deplore the twisted logic of the heavens, and false gods and vanquished foes lie at our feet.
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Let me be the evil amidst good, the poison amidst the herbs, the wolf in sheep's clothing, the mercury in a golden chalice,
I shall leave my siblings beyond blood, and fight for parents whose blood I do not share.
My dear Snezheviches, my dear Snezhevnas, my brothers and sisters,
If I were to one day cease my journey and slumber under the white birch, please carry on without me...

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