A small leather-bound journal written in Umbral. It once belonged to the woman known as Rytha.
Translations
Page 1:
By the Whisperer, Batzas's predictions are true! The Void Mother returns, and this is my chance to prove my worth. Batzas and his dirty goblins can waste their time meeting the new Walker. By the time he makes introductions I'll have claimed more land and souls for the void than he's ever dreamed of.
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This is more difficult than I'd planned. There are few solitary travelers on the roads these days, and I can't handle a group of them at once. I did stumble upon an old battlefield site which seems a perfect area for shoring up some sacrifices to the Mother.
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Three! Three offerings to the Mother of prime candidates and no response from the void. I'd hoped the lingering souls left from battle would aid my rituals, to no avail. I will have to move on soon, the locals are getting suspicious. Batzas has probably already met the Walker by now, I hurry.
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I have heard her call! The Void knows my name. A merchant on my altar had just stopped his screaming, probably because his teeth had turned to tentacles under my manipulation. Marveling at my work a twig snapped behind me! Some upstart academic from the looks of it. He tried to stop me, tried. Before I could raise a dagger in defense he fell to the ground in convulsions. His skin sprouted fur tufts, tongue was cut to shreds by new needle-point teeth, the muscles. I was enamored by the beauty of it.
That's when I heard her. From the tentacled mouth of the merchant right before he died, with a voice no mortal creature could make.
Rejoice, my child. Take this servant, a gift from the Goat of the Woods, and spread the call of the void to all of Midgard.
Now begins the real work.
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This new servant is stubborn, but thankfully seems bound by my commands. He has already procured several new offerings for me, but tonight may be different. Who better to cast into the Void, than someone who prides himself on representing the light. The setup is tricky, but I think I can count on his faith to take the bait. By tomorrow he'll either see the truth of the world or die in honor of it.