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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.
| Description =
| Inscription =
}}
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| Author = [[Translator Aun Laokhe|Translator, Aun Laokhe]]
|
Cold stings the bones and tires flesh.
 
In sorrow we have marched, watched the land
 
turned icy, our masters laid low beneath
 
the hands of their brethren, we their servants
 
wait in the wastes; alone.
 
She has called
 
sisters from near, afar and betwixt the
 
ever watchful eyes of the fallen. Fallen who
 
shed tears for the voices that call when leaves

----

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

----

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

----

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

----

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

----

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

----

Come, Sisters! Hear her
 
raise her voice in song and know that she
 
commands the gifts for one simple taste;
 
then no death, no life, no breath shall
 
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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