Journal Pages

Journal Pages are unique items found through the dungeons containing text messages from fallen expeditions (except one).They don't stack and each page takes one slot in inventory.After the expedition the journal page is added into Ancestor's Memoirs as collection.

Drop
Journal pages can be found within curios with dozen chance for drop, they also can be found within corpses of non-boss enemies.

A Trampled Journal
1/4 Sebastian's watch was his last. We were jolted during our evening's repast, the best we could make in these murky halls of our once great house, from the roar and flash of black powder. We dropped our bowls and hurried to him. All we could find was his spent pistol and a trail of blood leading into a maze of shadows. We press on.

2/4 We fought in the East Gallery, filled with portraits of our ancient lineage, uncaring witnesses to the slaughter. Alhazred, the fiery heartbeat of our retinue, wrought keen havoc in our enemy's ranks. I keenly feel his absence even as I remember voiding myself upon seeing his lifeless body fall, blood pouring from his screaming mouth, some cruel knife having rent his lungs to gore. Yet we were victorious, and thus we press on.

3/4 Hewell, dear friend, exemplary warrior, a survivor of the King's wars, and many sorties in these halls, met an ignoble end. We were weary, Hewell and I, as we searched for sanctuary. Weariness, it appears, has a murderous streak: it blinded him to the mechanism that tripped the spikes which eviscerated him. I held him as his essence slipped away, another giant fallen in our mad pursuit. I am alone now, weary, but unbowed. I press on.

4/4 I AM BECOME VENGEANCE! All cultists will feel my mace, brigands fear my roar! I am outnumbered, 'tis true - I am starved and half-mad, but as long as there is breath in my body, I will press on. I will wreak unbearable agony on those who would seek to despoil my great manse! And now they come! I dowse my torch. I DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS! THIS IS MY HOUSE, AND WOE TO THE UNINVITED!

Journal of Darius, Highwayman:
1/6 Day 1 - Rare are travellers on the roads this autumn, and rather than starve I pressed my last coin into a hand of one who dealt in rumours and shadows. Ravens carried cryptic notes that there was a person, or persons who was pledging coin for service best left unmentioned in a hamlet I had never heard of. I am packing to leave immediately. 2/6 Day 4 - The road to this damned hamlet was a tricky one, both to find and to travel. When it revealed its ruined face, I sword I had never seen such neglect, some buildings collapsed, and uncaring residents fidgeting uselessly. I went swiftly to the tavern - others with similar interests had gathered there and I was assembled into an expedition. We leave at first light on the morrow.

3/6 Day 6 - As we travelled from the hamlet, an eerie dread grew. We all felt it but did our best to shrug it off. Sleep was difficult until Raeven, one of my companions, passed me a bitter concoction. The most devout of us, Therion, prayed softly for our safety, superstitious but well intentioned I suppose. I am already falling asleep..

4/6 Day 7 - We tangled with some unruly louts. Raeven called them cultists. They were ferocious but clumsy.

5/6 Day 8 - Moira has been afflicted with sickness, it must have been some rotting air from a coffin she insisted on piercing with her spade. As terrible as this place is, I know I will not fall for any trap nor crazed idiot. I wager my lucky coin on it.