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Copy of the Priestess 2nd Note
Miscellaneous, Legendary
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An amateur translation of the Senkamati text carved in the fresco.
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April 24, 2025 at 10:17 PM
Game Version: 0.5.0.0.15795-43-feature-Meta-RRR-14614-A1-Part10-PT-91d6fd1b
Copy of the Priestess 2nd Note
Miscellaneous, Legendary
Quest item (cannot be destroyed)
An amateur translation of the Senkamati text carved in the fresco
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May 14, 2025 at 9:40 PM
Game Version: 0.5.0.0.17385-a712dfb4
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Second Mural
Miscellaneous, Legendary
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Twelve times twelve winters have passed since the Day of Great Sorrow. And still I walk the earth.
The mountain city grows emptier. My people flee the past as a jaguar flees a torch.
Last moon, disturbed by the curse, Yuknom rose from his tomb. We barely managed to lay him to rest again. Where he fell, the soil was blighted.
Two of my guardians smeared their spears with his blood: one grew stronger; the other succumbed to the taint.
We are afraid, but not without hope. The curse itself may yet be the answer to our prayers.
The mountain city grows emptier. My people flee the past as a jaguar flees a torch.
Last moon, disturbed by the curse, Yuknom rose from his tomb. We barely managed to lay him to rest again. Where he fell, the soil was blighted.
Two of my guardians smeared their spears with his blood: one grew stronger; the other succumbed to the taint.
We are afraid, but not without hope. The curse itself may yet be the answer to our prayers.
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April 19, 2026 at 3:12 AM
Game Version: 0.10.0.3.104-256f9653
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Second Mural
Second Mural
Miscellaneous, Legendary
Quest item (cannot be destroyed)
Twelve times twelve winters have passed since the Day of Great Sorrow. And still I walk the earth.
The mountain city grows emptier. My people flee the past as a jaguar flees a torch.
Last moon, disturbed by the curse, Yuknom rose from his tomb. We barely managed to lay him to rest again. Where he fell, the soil was blighted.
Two of my guardians smeared their spears with his blood: one grew stronger; the other succumbed to the taint.
We are afraid, but not without hope. The curse itself may yet be the answer to our prayers.
The mountain city grows emptier. My people flee the past as a jaguar flees a torch.
Last moon, disturbed by the curse, Yuknom rose from his tomb. We barely managed to lay him to rest again. Where he fell, the soil was blighted.
Two of my guardians smeared their spears with his blood: one grew stronger; the other succumbed to the taint.
We are afraid, but not without hope. The curse itself may yet be the answer to our prayers.
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