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| Priestess’s Records: I |
| Priestess’s Records: II |
| Priestess’s Records: III |
Priestess's Records: I
 | Name | Priestess's Records: I |
| Type (Ingame) | Quest Item | |
| Family | Non-Codex Series, loc_fam_book_family_6969423 | |
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| Description | Priestess's Records: I |
| ... Aj Awaj K'umilal Kan stormed into my laboratory in a fit of rage. He interrogated me, demanding to know if I had taught the humans how to use phlogiston. I assuaged his fury with Quenepa Berries and asked what had happened. According to his account, it seems that a human colony near Q'umqaraq'aj has mastered the power of phlogiston and begun to expand. In the last three months, they've razed over (...) villages, sacrificed roughly (...) human victims, and clogged the River Tz'alam's very flow with discarded (...). Their leader claims to be the "Successor of Chaac," swearing to end the age of dragons and to unite the people of Natlantea under a single banner. Ix Roq'ratik'obala' Ka'alahun quelled the uprising in two days. The would-be conqueror was drowned in his own bath by his most favored consort, a captive turned killer. Leaderless, the tribe collapsed into internecine strife. Yet the secrets of phlogiston had already spread, now utterly beyond containment. "Hmph... If you, milord, with your tender heart, have not sanctioned this folly, then the only one mad enough to dare would be..." Awaj did not finish his sentence, muttering under his breath as he left. Truth be told, he likely concerns himself little about humans mastering phlogiston. His fury stems solely from the crudeness of their methods, a blasphemy against his life's work. But I care. I cannot comprehend why Kukulkan (for it must be him, after all, no other would do such a foolish thing) would hand phlogiston over to the humans. I can understand his antipathy for these tiny lifeforms, brought by the usurper from beyond the sky, but I cannot comprehend his use of this method to lure them into destroying themselves. It is like handing a rusty knife to a wailing infant — all too vicious, and all too cruel. What outcome could he possibly expect, save for suffering and death? ... I met with Kukulkan in private and asked him about his intentions. As usual, he remained enigmatic and aloof. He coldly denied all accusations. He claimed that I was not truly concerned about how this matter harmed the interests of dragonkind, and that an opportunistic attempt to grab power drove my belief in such absurd slander. So infuriated was I that I burst into laughter. After refuting his accusations with a few choice words, and without even finishing my Quenepa Berries, I departed. He is always like this. He scorns his kin, mocks his bloodline, and never shares his thoughts with other dragons, yet he resents them for failing to understand him. But if he refuses to speak his mind, how could anyone ever fathom what he truly intends? Our Sovereign's indulgence toward him knows no bounds, so much so that he can no longer distinguish right from wrong. Whether his actions were just or misguided, the Sovereign would always respond with gentle agreement. And precisely because of this, his unease only grows deeper. No matter which path he takes, he is always met with the same tender light, leaving him utterly lost as to which road he truly walks. In the end, his suspicions toward his kin are nothing but reflections of his self-doubt. I pity him. |
Priestess's Records: II
 | Name | Priestess's Records: II |
| Type (Ingame) | Quest Item | |
| Family | loc_fam_book_family_6969423, Non-Codex Series | |
| Rarity | | |
| Description | Priestess's Records: II |
| ... The consequences of the phlogiston theft worsen by the day. Most of the other rulers allow humans to use phlogiston to kill and conquer each other, some even encouraging them to commit more atrocities. They seem to see this as an effective means of controlling the human population... or perhaps they derive mere amusement from it. The flood of refugees surging northward grows ever larger, and the tidings they bring grow ever more horrifying. The chieftain of Kacho'pinik offered his daughter in marriage to the leader of the Culhua, hoping to win their allegiance. Yet the Culhua instead cut out her (...), sacrificed her to (...), and marched (...) upon their villages, for their food stores were more abundant. They do not understand how we extract vitality from blood, yet they ape our ways nonetheless, offering up meaningless slaughter to their imagined gods. I spoke with Kemonel. Even she felt a pang of reluctance, though her pity was not for humans, but for her own kin, now reduced to mere beasts. More and more humans have begun taming vishaps, turning them into tools of slaughter, for even stripped of their intellect, their claws and fangs still rend flesh with ease. Thus, Kemonel has sought to ally with those humans who yearned for peace, hoping to harness their souls to weave an eternal, blissful dream-realm for the dragons of her domain. Even the unfortunate fallen might shed the forms that imprison them and find happiness and solace within this dream. It is not an unfeasible plan, but her approach would inevitably weaken oversight of human settlements, inviting greater suffering upon these frail creatures who have come from beyond the skies. The sorrow of humankind stems from their lack of hierarchy. Dragons are born to submit to their superiors and command their inferiors. Even if I appeared before them in human guise, they would instantly catch my scent, recognize my station, and obey my orders — for it is the law carved into their blood, their path ordained by nature, for the weak to revere the strong, offspring to follow their sire, and subjects to serve their sovereign. But humans are different. Humans are born to deceive their betters, torment weaker kin, and even betray entire clans — or slaughter the very blood that gave them life — for nothing but selfish gain. Their eyes reflect no path that belongs to them, or if they did, they shall doubtless invent endless excuses to forsake said path. Without proper guidance and restraint, they repeat the same atrocities, never learning from their past misdeeds. All defilement of life is blasphemy, an unforgivable stain upon our Sovereign's honor. Thus, only by elevating humans to stand on equal footing with dragons, forcing them to learn the necessity of the weak kneeling to the strong, and the meaning of their ordained path, can their capacity for violence be utterly purged. ...It is an idea that has yet to come to pass. If the reaver from beyond the sky can seal off an entire planet to force humanity into their imposed order, then why might I not seal off my domain in turn? Let it become an impervious refuge. Let nothing within depart, and nothing without enter. A closed, ordered system, where life's future may be sculpted without flaw... Let this plan be named "Xibalba," a title borrowed from the humans of my domain, their primitive myths whispering of an underworld. Should it succeed, neither the sovereign rulers nor the Abyssal foe shall be able to breach its sealed laws. A fitting title for an incorruptible sanctuary... ... The king's waking days grow rarer, and so too do our chances to commune with him. He approved Kemonel's plan, as well as my own. Like Kukulkan, I grow perplexed... What path may bring true joy to our Sovereign? What kind of path may allow this land to prosper for ten thousand years to come? I do not know. The Xibalba project is progressing smoothly, but even if it were progressing perfectly, I could not convince myself. If the hierarchy of power has failed to ease our Sovereign's suffering... If I cannot, by the wisdom he granted me, fathom how to truly please him... Then by what right do I dare ordain a path for all other lives? Perhaps... I need to observe the humans more, humans who have yet to be tainted by their laughable traditions. If there truly is still hope, then... |
Priestess's Records: III
 | Name | Priestess's Records: III |
| Type (Ingame) | Quest Item | |
| Family | loc_fam_book_family_6969423, Non-Codex Series | |
| Rarity | | |
| Description | Priestess's Records: III |
| ... After the review, I paid a visit to Je'lal, and asked for her aid in forging a bow as a farewell gift for my daughter. After telling her why I had sought her out, she remained silent for about two minutes. Her turquoise eyes blazed as she replied: "You would do well to remember, Eighth Lord, that you are exploiting a kindness I never owed you in the first place. How dare you ask me to debase myself and forge crude weapons for those insignificant humans? Had anyone but the Sovereign or you uttered such insolence, I would have already ripped the blasphemous tongue from their mouth and stitched a new crimson gown for my jades with it. I refuse. I will not entertain this ludicrous insult. I would not deign to reconsider even if you laid a hundred thousand slaves at my feet." Before I could say anything else, she flew away without looking back. To reject it so vehemently from the start... With her surly temperament, that essentially meant a "yes." ... As expected, Je'lal secretly sent a Source Servant to deliver the forged bow, and sent also a message that I might not misunderstand her: This bow was "made by a common dragon craftsman in her territory," a "shoddy piece made with worthless scrap," and had "absolutely nothing to do with her." As she claimed, she truly does not forge any "crude weapons." Those jade pieces were treasured (...) she had hoarded for ages, ones that even (...) might not scorch. A shame about the bowstrings, though, as they remained ordinary. Had I known, I would've had her forge a sword instead. Well, no matter. My dearest daughter ought to adore this "gift from some common dragon craftsman," Ix Je'lal K'ua'l Ka'. I shall give thought to remuneration later... |
The main purpose of her E is not to deal damage, but AoE dendro application. On top of that her ...