Faded Journal Pages from the Hunter's Journal can be collected while exploring the Abbey. There are 12 pages from the Hunter's Journal to be found. The Hunter must learn all Words of Power to complete this collection.
Locations[]
- Hunter's Journal - April 3, 1703 - Hunter's Quarters
- Hunter's Journal - February 20, 1708 - On a toppled over cart in Dreamer's Descent.
- Hunter's Journal - June 26, 1710 - Stone Terrace
- Hunter's Journal - July 15th, 1710 - Agatha's Altar in a ruin.
- Hunter's Journal - August 14, 1710 - Garden of Envy
- Hunter's Journal - August 18, 1710 - Misty Moors
- Hunter's Journal - September 23, 1710 - Devil's Den.
- Hunter's Journal - March 20, 1711 - Page near Everflowing Glade
- Hunter's Journal - December 15, 1711 - Page behind Shaw's Church
- Hunter's Journal - July 13, 1712 - North of Gideon's Cross.
- Hunter's Journal - September 8, 1712 - Stone Terrace near the second Blood Gate, on a small chest.
- Hunter's Journal - November 3, 1712 - On a wooden board, between two candles on a book in Dreamer's Descent
Journal Entries[]
April 3rd, 1703[]
Aunt Sara wants me to practice my letters and so here I am. But every time I dip this pen in ink, I just want more and more to go out beyond the yard into my secret spots. I left my dolls scattered about before the storm and I'm afraid they're hurt. Do dolls hold grudges? Agatha says they don't... but I still feel sad for them.
February 20th, 1708[]
Agatha always makes me laugh. My aunt is so serious... always. Sometimes I catch her smiling like a little girl, but only when she's with Agatha. With me, she's just serious. The way she looks at me sometimes, I don't think she knows that I see it, but I do... she's afraid. She's afraid that I'm going to be just like my mother.
June 26th, 1710[]
Sometimes I wake, still caught up in my dreams. I am running but seemingly going nowhere... the dream seems to go on and on. It is dark and freezing and I am trying to hide and make myself as small as possible to not be seen or heard, sometimes there are strange voices screaming from far away and I am on my feet again running. I'm never fast enough. It feels like these dreams are distant memories. Or maybe... something yet to come. But when I shake away the sleep, I'm safe and warm. Agatha and Sara are here. Everything feels okay.
July 15th, 1710[]
My favorite days are those with Agatha. she even talks more than Sara sometimes, but it doesn't feel like a drawling lecture. She's always smiling and her face lights up when she tells me about all of the plants, trees and mushrooms that we come across. I never thought I would find myself excited to share the healing properties of Moon Flowers or Dryad's Saddles. Agatha tells me that one day, knowing these things will come in handy. But for now, it's just fun to learn them.
August 14th, 1710[]
Sara is not my mother and she never will be. Yet she treats me like a child and I can hardly stand it! When my power grows, Agatha tries to help me learn to manage it. She has taught me spells to protect myself and those I love. But Sara just makes me feel guilty and afraid. Why should I fear something that comes so natural to my body as breathing? Birds do not fear the power of flight and a bear would never apologize for its teeth. Why should I hold back?
August 18th, 1710[]
Agatha and Sara have collared me like a dog. Like a beast. This ward around my neck... they say it is for my own protection. I should believe them. I do, truly, but I cannot help these feelings of betrayal. As if they fear me, like they fear the darkness that is always creeping in the shadows. Perhaps I have some of that darkness within me and that is what they fear. Perhaps I should fear it, too. What if the darkness that hunts us from afar is also hunting me from within?
September 23rd, 1710[]
I have warmed to the collar that I wear. Sara and Agatha have taught me how to use it as a channel, a means to harness the wildness of my powers into something controlled. Something that I can really... put to use. It feels like my lessons have shifted, no more hypotheticals or talking through scenarios, but instead more practical training. sparring, even. There is a brief look of surprise on Sara's face whenever I best her and I savor those moments. Though they are rare... for now.
March 20th, 1711[]
It feels almost as if Sara and Agatha are running short of challenges to throw in my direction. Have I truly changed so much that my power can no longer be satiated by these two spellcasters? No longer do I fear the darkness within me... or the light! I have conquered them both and embrace the many facets of my being. Darkness and Light... Blood and human.
December 15th, 1711[]
The cold depths of winter challenge us all. I'm grateful for Agatha and her control of the elements - especially fire - on these dark days. It is hard to believe that even with the threat of Lilith looming, that cold and hunger can draw up so much of our energy. Agatha brings me to her altar to train now and says that by the end of winter I will also be a master of the elements. I look forward to that day if only to leave the snow behind us.
July 13th, 1712[]
Agatha explained to us a ritual in her coven for witches that come of age and master their powers. It wasn't a ritual we were able to emulate in full, but... we tried. And it made me feel very proud of how far I've come. Even Sara seemed to let her guard down for a short time and enjoy herself. It almost felt like a party! A very small, very intimate, quiet party... but a party. Tonight, under the full moon and with what remains of my family, I became The Hunter. Now, my destiny calls me to fight.
September 8th, 1712[]
We only have so much time before Lilith's shadow falls upon this ground. Until then, I must continue to train. I must continue to become who I am destined to be. I am the Hunter; I will hunt.
November 3rd, 1712[]
Lilith is no longer the light that she once was, all that remains is darkness. Darkness that wears the face of the woman I once called my mother. I am prepared to lay down my life, for many will perish if I do not act. Only one of us shall walk away from the storm that awaits.... It will be me. I can feel it... there are only moments left.
Rewards[]
- From each found page, the Hunter receives 5
Arcane Knowledge.
All Pages:
- Arcane Key
- Full Eye - White - LEGENDARY solid eye color.