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A Werewolf’s Confession Lorebook

Collection: Myths of the Mundus
Location(s): Deshaan, Grahtwood, Stormhaven
Deshaan
Location Notes: Southern Deshaan, located at House Dres Farmstead and its vicinity.
Image walkthrough:

Loc.1 – Inside the northeasternmost building (barn) at the House Dres Farmstead POI, upstairs, on a wooden crate next to a small haystack.

Loc.2 – On the road going south toward Deepcrag Den. It’s on a broken wheel cart, next to a wooden barrel.

Map:
Deshaan map

Grahtwood
Location Notes: This lorebook is found in northwestern Grahtwood, in vicinity of Reman’s Bluff POI (fortress icon).
Image walkthrough:

Loc.1- Inside large tent, on a corner of a table.

Loc.2 – Next to a large tree, in front of ruined tent.

Loc.2 – In front of ruined tent.

Map:
Grahtwood map

Stormhaven
Location Notes: This lorebook is located in eastern central Stormhaven. In vicinity of Aphren’s Hold (Estate POI).
Image walkthrough:

Loc.1 – Next to a tall tree, just south of nearby Abandoned Farm (Group Boss POI).

Loc.2 – On a barrel, inside tower where you can pick up Diamond Pommel from a Heavy Wooden Chest, part of a quest King Aphren’s Sword .

Loc.3 – At the end of a tower stairs. At the middle of this stairs you can recover Gem-Encrusted Blade from a Heavy Wooden Chest, part of a quest King Aphren’s Sword .

Loc.4 – Inside small improvised tent, next to couple of wooden boxes, stone wall, a campfire …

Map:
Stormhaven map

Lorebook text

By Captain Philmont of the Oldgate Lancers, Daggerfall Covenant Army

The prisoner called for me today, and I had the dubious privilege of listening to his confession. Separated from him by narrow iron bars that I knew would be insufficient to protect me, I took down his words with a trembling hand.

What follows is my best rendering, although he was so soft-spoken that at times I had to guess at the precise words. Nevertheless, I am confident that what follows accurately represents the substance of our conversation:

"I accepted this curse at a young age. I was impressionable. My packleader was a family friend and elder in our village. I wanted to be strong, and I relished the strength the curse gave me. I would not have called it a curse, then.

"But with youth comes recklessness, and I was not good at disguising what I was. Eventually they discovered my true nature, and I was driven from the village.

"My packleader failed me. He did not protect me. He cared too much about his own status to risk it for my sake. I was alone.

"Everywhere I went I heard the shouts of crowds, saw the bright torches of the angry mob. I never lingered long in one place before my secret was discovered.

"I came to hate them. The superstitious villagers. I came to resent what I couldn’t have. I blamed them for my own recklessness. It was not the curse that plagued me, but the narrow-mindedness of these provincial men and women.

"I was afraid to hunt, so I was always hungry, and the hunger turned me feral. It was in this state that I came across them. A family of innocent farmers, just like the innocent farmers that had hounded me from village after village. My vision turned red and I flew into a fury.

"At last my hunger was satisfied.

"But when the rage subsided and I looked on what I’d done, my stomach turned. This was what all those villagers were afraid of, when they tormented me with their torches and sickles.

"That’s when I acknowledged my curse for what it was. I have hunted many years since, afraid to turn myself in, but disgusted with my base impulses.

"You don’t realize what a great favor you have done, capturing me."

And then having told his story, the creature, looking very much like a man, begged me to put him out of his misery.

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