| Worn Journal | It it a Lorebook. - Worn Journal: Whatever protected me from this demon-born blight has waned. The sores on the back of my hands weep and something eats at the back of my eyes. Like the rest of my clan, I will lose this battle and succumb to this disease.
- Worn Journal: It was proudful to think the earth protected me so that I could save my people. It was a curse. Forced to watch, helpless, as all that I love died.
- Worn Journal: But this is not...will not...be the end. The earth would not let it be so.
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