Raknys Journals can be found throughout the Frozen North. They are located where ghosts appear and teach the player an emote upon interaction. There are a total of six Journals, as well as a torn diary page as the epilogue to the story.
Raknys Journals were written by Raknys, a bold and boastful person who seems determined to conquer the land.
Raknys Journal #1[]
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- Desert border between Skyholme Ruins and Ruins of Old Nebthu - near ruined pillars ( -120545 -14645 -922 )
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Fellow traveller!
I am Raknys - he who is worshipped by women and feared by men! Vanquisher of Dragons and Herald of Death! You belong to me now and soon you will pay your way through these lands with blood and tears.
Despite the shrieks in the night, the undead rising and the fearsome wildlife assaulting me, I am not afraid and cheer at the opportunity to prove myself!
I will claim these lands for myself as I have hundreds of thousands of women. Seek me out to the northeast where snow falls!
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Raknys Journal #2[]
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- Rimefisher's Hut - on a bench ( -77829 -79755 1162 )
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Fellow Traveler!
I am Raknys - master of the sword and destroyer of Thoth-Amon! Warrior Supreme and the Drinker of Blood!
But not even I can slit the throat of the skies. The weather has forced me to move my camp onwards. Seek me out to the west. When we meet, I shall teach you the ways of the blade like I have done many before! But fear not - as part of my army, you shall experience the glory of war and victory!
We shall eat honey-glazed poultry in the halls of my numerous castles!
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Raknys Journal #3[]
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- The Wardtowers - rock outcropping between Sandward Tower and Ghostward Tower ( -155427 -48558 2453 )
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Fellow Traveler!
I am Raknys - legend of the northern highlands and Destroyer of Those Who Walk Between the Crags! Lord of all that I behold and Reaver of Souls!
These cowardly nordheimers are not worthy of my attention and require much more training before becoming worthy of me! I have decided to move onwards to the west. Fear mot! We shall meet soon enough, at which point I will take you as my companion and we shall travel these lands, defeating all who stand in our way!
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Raknys Journal #4[]
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- Circle of Swords - SE ledge ( -185089 -60808 -939 )
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Fellow Traveler!
I am Raknys - he who is worshipped by men and women alike - Lord of Justice and Harvester of Skulls!
Would this be the new location of my homestead! Alas - the presence in the area is untouchable by my blade. While the circle of swords speaks to my very essence, it is infected by the spirits of the dead! I do not fear them! But their screams make it hard to sleep at night - and so, I have decided to move ever onwards to the southwest! For glory! For me!
Follow me and we we shall shake our fists at the very goods themselves! Even Set and Mitra shall bow before us!
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Raknys Journal #5[]
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- King's Niche - at the top of the first set of stairs ( -220088 -47765 -1344 )
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Fellow Traveler!
I am Raknys - Ultimate Warrior and Conqueror of the World! Legend of the Sword and Battlemaster of the Gods!
This place is too hot. I will travel north tomorrow towards the settlement I see in the distance. There, I will make everyone bow to my fists!
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Raknys Journal #6[]
Location[]
- Mounds of the Dead - small island ( -221132 -98286 -4298)
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Fellow Traveler!
I am Raknys - Touched by the Gods and the Living Embodiment of Bravery! King of these lands and all that I behold!
These people I do not like. And I will make them bow before me! Tomorrow I will venture into their crumbling mounds, spit on their chieftain and make myself their leader!
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Torn Diary Page[]
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- Mounds of the Dead - northwest Cimmerian Camp (under a platform near a small mound) ( -229756 -118298 -2458)
Text[]
Today I found a scrawny weasel of a man attempting to steal food from the village. When cornered, he claimed to be Raknys, lord of something or another.
I approached him in an effort to help but he screamed in terror and backed away into a corner. As I attempted to calm the man down, madness gripped him mind and he charged me wielding a halibut.
I was prepared to cut him down with my sword, but there was no need. The strange man tripped over himself, fell to the floor and crushed his skull on the ground.
These are strange days.
- Amber