Vezaar’s Journal

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Guide

Located inside the room accessible only by an explorer, inside The Lost Caverns (southeasternmost part). Vezaar the Feral is nearby as well.

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The Lost Caverns entrances.

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Vezaar’s Journal

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(This ragged book looks to have been discarded by its owner.)

6.8
Father goads me. He wishes for me to bring him the honor he could never seize for himself. He will learn soon enough I am not his puppet to be jerked about.

Find the Lost Caverns, the old fool commands. How? I am Draken! I am not a jabbit to be digging in the earth!

8.8
My search for the Caverns begins. May Werza guide me!

22.8
Two weeks and nothing! I suspect my father is laughing at me as I write this! By Hazak! I curse his entrails, that they be knotted upon themselves like angry serpents!

24.8
I have found the Lost Caverns. While walking in the hills east of Bloodfire Village, the ground gave way beneath my feet. I am unhurt, but I find myself in a dark place. I must find my way out!

25.8

If these are the Lost Caverns, they are infested with prey! Moodies, razortail, and pumera all make their dens here beneath the savannah. The bones of some great beast, long dead, jut from the stone walls.

It is as if I have been swallowed….

29.8
I hunt in the shadows. Time loses its meaning. The Moodies fear me! The razortail scamper away at my approach! The pumera bend their necks in deference! Here in the darkness, I am a god!

Day Unknown
Swords? Shields? Who needs such toys? The weak! I am Vezaar, first of my name! My claws are deadly! My teeth are like daggers! My horns are stronger than spears!

Blood and bone! This is what life was meant to be!

My people are fools, toiling under the yokes of soft humans like pets bred for fighting! Never again will I bow my head to a Cassian weakling while uttering courteous words! Vezaar is finally HOME!

Day Unknown
My father tried to contact me on my datachron. I did not answer. I threw the cursed thing away! Let him think me lost. I will never return to the surface!

Day Unknown
This journal is tedious. No longer will I scribble between its covers. My time is better spent hunting Moodies and razortails and pumera, sating myself on their flesh. Soon, these pages will be kindling for my fires. I care nothing for these memories any longer!

(The last pages are torn and smudged by a reddish-brown substance.)

Quick Facts

Faction: Dominion

Type: Journal

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