Errand Chronicle 21002 · Entry #34

Abandoned Fate

Objective
Let's look for the rest of the journal documenting the unfortunate fate of Giath.
Find Giath's journal of untold truth;
Dialogue
Grusha Dialogue
Now, let's see what the journal says.
#@^&$@#... Hmm, let me translate it into human language.
As the damage caused by the imps in the west increased,
the king ordered me to wipe them out with a hundred troops as a centurion.
I duly accepted the king's orders, and I succeeded in crushing the imps all over the west.
I was just a nameless warrior before, but I gained great fame after this.
Hmm? The king's order? Centurion? What does this all mean?
What, you want me to read the rest of it?
...Well, I risked my life to bring it, but I couldn't bring it all.
Instead, I'll tell you where the rest of the journal is.
Grusha Dialogue (Alt)
Goblins might be waiting to make an ambush.
Make sure you're fully prepared!
Grusha Completion
Did you find the chief's, I mean, Giath's journal?
Let's see what it says.
This world was too corrupted for me to live with pure loyalty.
Extreme fear and despair ate at my soul.
Is there no one in this world who can save my weakened soul?
Oh... Alchemist...
Giath's writing stops here,
but the text continues in the handwriting of another.
Whether he wanted it or not,
he continued to exist in this world
in the form of neither Goblin nor human,
and engraved in his heart was hatred for humankind.
Oh no... I feel so sorry for the chief.
How could this happen? Those humans should pay for this!
When the chief returns, you'll all be in trouble!
No, no... I must not forget, Goblins are the bad guys...
Other Errands in This Chronicle

20 further errands share this chronicle — the same travelers, the same stretch of road.

Details
Chronicle21002
Entry34
Quest Giver
  • Grusha
    Forest of Plunder Node Manager
Turn-in
  • Grusha
    Forest of Plunder Node Manager
Summary
Did you find the chief's, I mean, Giath's journal?
Let's see what it says.
This world was too corrupted for me to live with pure loyalty.
Extreme fear and despair ate at my soul.
Is there no one in this world who can save my weakened soul?
Oh... Alchemist...
Giath's writing stops here,
but the text continues in the handwriting of another.
Whether he wanted it or not,
he continued to exist in this world
in the form of neither Goblin nor human,
and engraved in his heart was hatred for humankind.
Oh no... I feel so sorry for the chief.
How could this happen? Those humans should pay for this!
When the chief returns, you'll all be in trouble!
No, no... I must not forget, Goblins are the bad guys...