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Found on the floor in the last section of Gelidite Library. There are 3 notes
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A Hastily Scrawled Note
A note hastily written by Nuhmudira.
He means to befoul my soul.
I am damned. As I have damned so many, is it so hard to have known that this was my fate.
There, beneath my thumb, I was so blind and now daft as when I was a babe. My hair is still red, but with the last of my blood, which even now dries in my hands.
Will no one find me, help me?
Would they help me? I repent my sins as I recall them through this haze of memory not my own.
-- Nuhmudira
A Hastily Scrawled Note
A note hastily written by Nuhmudira.
Silence. You are judged unworthy of the gift of undeath and by order of the Gelid shall be disposed. Your tampering with the Blood of the World will...
Weakening...I cannot keep my own thoughts for long, what was it my snake of an apprentice said?
One will prolong the process, but strip more of the power from within you...
The other will speed the process along twisting you into an existence of endless suffering. But your power shall persist, and I shall steal it.
-- Nuhmudira
A Hastily Scrawled Note
A note hastily written by Nuhmudira.
Haerodim you will have your soul stripped from you unless you confess your crimes in this oubliette.
Your accusers will cast their vote. You will live should they choose to sacrifice of themselves for you. If they find you guilty of your crimes, then they shall choose that which already beckons them.
State your crimes and clear your soul.
Not my words not my memory. But my crimes...too many to be named...forgive me...forgive me I did them to save our race from them, from him...from him.
-- Nuhmudira