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 942,"The chief keyward of Pandæmonium's appetite for godhood has been made only more keen by twelve millennia of slumber, and even her own flesh and blood are naught but tools with which to feed her hunger. No sacrifice too great, no price too high, Athena would see all life extinguished if it brought her even one ilm closer to her ultimate goal. Her wicked ambitions can be suffered no longer, so you must journey into Pandæmonium's heart and cut out their source."
 943,"While Nemjiji is plainly in awe at your bravery and relieved that the realm is saved once more, she seems almost disappointed in your descriptions of the chief keyward's prowess in battle. As you finish your recounting she lets out a despondent sigh before perking up and taking up her quill with aplomb, muttering to herself, “Nothing a little imagination cannot fix...”"
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+945,"On Hingashi's westernmost isle of Shishu lies the long-venerated Mount Rokkon. Once refuge for humble monks and weary pilgrims, the holy site lately fell to a host of malevolent mononoke, spurring the local liege lord to take the unprecedented step of inviting ijin to assist in reclaiming its slopes. As is his wont, Hancock has secured the promise of valuable rewards in exchange for his─and your─assistance, but each of these treasures has a life of its own..."
+946,"Delighted beyond measure to hear tell of the mononoke haunting Mount Rokkon, Osmon cannot help but speculate upon the nature of spirits─and what should result were they to grow more powerful than nature is wont to allow..."
+947,"Rokkon's mononoke having stoked the embers of his imagination, Osmon commits your─roundly embellished─adventures to paper. As you review the novel, you find yourself enraptured by the battles that might have been, were Far Eastern faerie tales significantly more violent."
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 949,"Having opened a voidgate of enormous proportions in Mare Lamentorum, you successfully cross over to the moon of the Thirteenth, beneath whose sanguine surface you find the imprisoned Azdaja. Alas, just when it seems the great wyrm's liberation is in sight, you are forced to watch as she is twisted into a being of Darkness by her captor Golbez. So it is that you sally forth into the black-clad villain's conjured stage, there to end his unholy crusade and free Azdaja from her torment."
 950,"In a world bereft of Light and death's release, where to live is to devour or be devoured, Golbez had concocted his crusade. Though he had minions to carry out his will, he ultimately trusted none but himself and abided in solitude for thousands of years. What was it that sustained him through such a purgatory as he sought to enact his dark designs? It is this question which lingers on the wandering minstrel's mind, inspiring him with a new verse. As you listen to his solemn dirge of the black-clad villain's unforgivable deeds, your thoughts race back to that terrible clash of wills upon the moon of the Thirteenth, where Azdaja's fate hung in the balance..."