Elements of the Soul
Chor and Mettle.
Cataloguing the journal grants an extra Health.
Memories: the fevered
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‘I have been wounded but not killed, bitten but not devoured. I feel the teeth still in my side, and I feel my own teeth gnashing. I will find medicine here.‘
Stained Book
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The cover is spattered with something dark. A bodily substance. Whose?
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My journal - I’m sure of it. The sickness strangled my thoughts, but each page I turn is familiar. I begin to recall now why I came here… and the tenacious blight I house. [More about your origin, and your aspirations, in your journal. You can now also access the Tree of Wisdoms from the top of the screen.]
Blood-Flecked Journal
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In the jungles, something bit me. The wound has festered since and it grows up my thorax and down my limbs. If I am to be saved, it is through defeating my sickness or embracing it. I must hold the part of me that matters, and let the rest be consumed in the beating, in the thrashing, in the burning. [The Fevered has come to the Haustorium seeking a cure–or a palliative–but you may complete the game by writing any History. You may wish to begin your studies with the Preservation wisdom.]