Editing Jexki Ki's Journal

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 | Patch Introduced = [[A New Threat]]
 |   Related Quests = [[Blackmire Lore]]
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{{Item
 |               Name = Jexki Ki's Journal
 |         Icon Image = Jexki Ki's Journal Icon.png
 |              Value = 90
 |             Burden = 25
 | Special Properties = 
 |         Additional = 7 of 7 pages full.
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 |        Inscription = 
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{{Textbox
 | Author = [[Translator Aun Laokhe|Translator, Aun Laokhe]]
 | 
Cold stings the bones and tires flesh.
<br />
In sorrow we have marched, watched the land
<br />
turned icy, our masters laid low beneath
<br />
the hands of their brethren, we their servants 
<br />
wait in the wastes; alone.
<br />
She has called
<br />
sisters from near, afar and betwixt the
<br />
ever watchful eyes of the fallen. Fallen who
<br />
shed tears for the voices that call when leaves

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are rustled, those forgotten and lost,
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wayward are all souls that cling to
<br />
the edict from afar, whence we came.
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They who tread now in the cold yet 
<br />
feel not the bite of frozen wastes, 
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safe within their alabaster towers,
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chanting to ill-lords whose roots
<br />
strangle the life from the masters
<br />
and further the cause of the growing
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darkness that consumes flesh, fire and sun.
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She calls sisters to swell her ranks
<br />
and they answer with efficiency unmatched.

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Drawn by promise of discovery, life
<br />
beyond life, and death that mimics life.
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Gifts she has earned and pledged to teach.
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Ixir Zi, my Matron, my Mother, my boon.
<br />
Within walls of basalt, entrenched in darkness,
<br />
here call the voices of our race. Blood
<br />
drawn from the Willing to fuel the floods,
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cascading blood that opens the well
<br />
to new worlds where life teems in warm
<br />
climes, yet untouched by the War of Hate.

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Sisters! Come now to her.
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Come all to the seat of your world, 
<br />
wherein the warriors of death cannot find thee.
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Here at her bosom where all are touched
<br />
by the Great One in the Deep.
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Let her wisdom fill thee and anoint thee
<br />
with the blood of the sleepers. Let her gaze
<br />
fall upon you and usher off the cold.
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Life shall be parted and death shall be scorned,
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eternity gifted and the crush of sand
<br />
shall not grind your bones to dust. Nay,

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touch of her flesh and drink of her blood
<br />
and know the immortal gifts that she will offer.
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Let the twelve and she, gift you as were they.
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Through the divine Ixir Zi, shall our host
<br />
survive through the War of Frozen Hate.
<br />
Free of voices, free of those that stalk
<br />
in shadowed hills and those who fell to 
<br />
whispers on the wind!

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One final ritus, one final gift before we slumber
<br />
as our lords, beneath the world,
<br />
in temples of obsidian and blood.
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Darkness has churned the war against the shadow, 
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the shadow has churned the war against the Darkness,
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and in their folly they have opened the way for Light.

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Come, Sisters! Hear her
<br />
raise her voice in song and know that she
<br />
commands the gifts for one simple taste;
<br />
then no death, no life, no breath shall
<br />
claim thee ever more.
}}

== Notes ==
* Obtained by giving {{Itemlink|Marked Fleshy Journal}} to [[Translator Aun Laokhe]]:
{{Dialog
|You give Translator Aun Laokhe Marked Fleshy Journal.
|Translator Aun Laokhe tells you, "The keh have spoken to me and I have translated their words to paper for you. I have used your language so as to not confuse you."
|Translator Aun Laokhe gives you Jexki Ki's Journal.
|Translator Aun Laokhe gives you Elysa's Bangle.
|Translator Aun Laokhe tells you, "Farewell budhi."
}}

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