先祖秘藏日志

名字	显示物品素质
DropLevel	65
BaseType	Expedition Logbook
BaseType	先祖秘藏日志
Class	先祖秘藏日志
Type	Metadata/Items/Expedition/ExpeditionLogbook
Tags	expedition_logbook, expedition_logbook
Icon	Art/2DItems/Maps/ExpeditionChronicle3

NPC	名字	物品	Boss
Gwennen	Druids of the Broken Circle	Broken Circle Artifact Exotic Coinage	Min Level: Medved, Feller of Heroes
Tujen	Black Scythe Mercenaries	Black Scythe Artifact Exotic Coinage	Min Level: Vorana, Last to Fall
Rog	Order of the Chalice	Order Artifact Exotic Coinage	Min Level: Uhtred, Covetous Traitor
Dannig	Knights of the Sun	Sun Artifact Exotic Coinage	Min Level: Olroth, Origin of the Fall

NPC	名字
Expedition Logbook	The Orok are truly terrifying to behold. I suspect their canine features result from genetic mutations, perhaps borne of the Cataclysms that reshaped these lands. Their tribesmen are savage—I rarely leave their territories without scars to show for it —yet they hold a knowledge we Oriathans have long since abandoned. Our 'high-born' civilization prides itself on its advancements but remains woefully primitive in matters of the spirit and the natural world. For all their brutality, the Orok live in harmony with the forces of nature. Perhaps they have no choice, but I wonder if we are the fools for believing we've transcended it. Better to live with nature than to die defying it.
Expedition Logbook	We strayed from the route marked on our map, driven further afield by painted men with savage intent. Tonight, for reasons I cannot fathom, we have been granted a brief reprieve. Our hunters halted at the edge of this marsh, unwilling to pursue. They watched from the trees as we threaded the narrow band of solid ground between desert and swamp. I know not what they fear, but we must brave the unknown if we are to reach the encampment at the Ziggurat. Through my spyglass, I see nothing ahead. The waters lie still, and the muddy banks between seem clear. Yet my nerves burn with the unmistakable sense of being watched. There is no one... no thing... but this silence feels alive. We have no choice but to run for it.
先祖秘藏日志

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The Orok are truly terrifying to behold. I suspect their canine features result from genetic mutations, perhaps borne of the Cataclysms that reshaped these lands. Their tribesmen are savage — I rarely leave their territories without scars to show for it — yet they hold a knowledge we Oriathans have long since abandoned. Our 'high-born' civilization prides itself on its advancements but remains woefully primitive in matters of the spirit and the natural world. For all their brutality, the Orok live in harmony with the forces of nature. Perhaps they have no choice, but I wonder if we are the fools for believing we've transcended it. Better to live with nature than to die defying it. — Expedition Logbook
We strayed from the route marked on our map, driven further afield by painted men with savage intent. Tonight, for reasons I cannot fathom, we have been granted a brief reprieve. Our hunters halted at the edge of this marsh, unwilling to pursue. They watched from the trees as we threaded the narrow band of solid ground between desert and swamp. I know not what they fear, but we must brave the unknown if we are to reach the encampment at the Ziggurat. Through my spyglass, I see nothing ahead. The waters lie still, and the muddy banks between seem clear. Yet my nerves burn with the unmistakable sense of being watched. There is no one... no thing... but this silence feels alive. We have no choice but to run for it. — Expedition Logbook