Hidden Crafting Recipes is a lore note.
| Page Name | Page Number | Location Description |
|---|---|---|
| LISTEN TO MY PLAN, BROTHERS | (1/3) |  Revelwood Hollow Halls
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| LET'S REDECORATE! | (2/3) | Nomad Highlands Hollow Halls
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| IF MOTHER WAS HERE | (3/3) | Kindlewastes Hollow Halls
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Stop your whiny teeth chattering and listen up. I have a plan to regain the Flame's blessing and lift this horrid curse!
First, we'll make a fine brazier, a chandelier, and oh so many candles. Second we find ourselves a brittle-boned weakling who didn't gulp down enough milk as a kid. Third, we'll smash him to pieces. Fourth, throw his sad, fragile little bones into the firepit as a holy offering and DANCE UNTIL the flame forgives us!
These Halls look so drab...who said that eternal suffering has to be so stale? We could easily add some pazazz, right?
I have an idea: A throne made from Bones. Imagine it. Fearsome. Intimidating. Gothic. Yes, it's a little on the nose...but why leave room for subtlety when you could be lounging on the remains of your rivals? Ah, I'm brilliant. I missed my calling as an interior decorator. Sure wish I wasn't undead.
If Mother was here, she'd hang up chandeliers, set candles in every corner, dust off the old books, and read me a story.
Her warm, melodic voice would fill the room like a flood of candlelight. I'd listen for hours, cuddled up in her hand-woven orange blanket dyed with saffron. I'd take a sip of my sweetened chamomile tea, and gleefully drift off to sleep.
But Mother isn't here. The dark is my new home.