The Ophirean Journals are a series of crude books found in various locations on the field in Conan Exiles. They were written by a man named Sanus of Ophir, whose epitaph labels him a coward, a joker, and a man with a strange obsession with sheep. Sanus rescued Braga the Cimmerian from his cross, and the pair traveled together until Sanus died. He is buried just west of the Shattered Springs, beside the last of his journals. The journals can be found throughout the map. Ghostly apparitions appear near each campsite along with the journals.
Location[]
Located along on a bluff overlooking southern bank of the river halfway between the Shattered Bridge and The Sentinels. (Coordinates -25185 265376 -18531)
Journal Text[]
A stick of charcoal and a few leaves will have to serve as my diary in this god-forsaken place. Perhaps my words will be of use to some unfortunate soul in the future. And this seems to be a land of lost souls. Once I escaped my bonding to the cross, I found that I was not alone in my fate. Two other poor fools had been crucified nearby – a dead Zamorian and a glaring barbarian. He looks like one of those savages that haunt the northern borders of fair Aquilonia, a Cimmerian. His piercing eyes and the sullen look on his face gave me doubts but I decided to free him anyway. This is no fate for a man. Braga, as he is called, is gruff and uncouth. He offered to travel with me in order to pay my debts. He is severely wounded – unlike the leather bonds that bound me to the cross, Braga had been nailed there. We have spotted a bridge to the northwest. Bridges mean water, a resource we lack.
Emotes Learned[]
None
Location[]
Located at the southern end of Shattered Bridge (Coordinates -75830 264500 -15001)
Journal Text[]
Crossing the sweltering desert was an exercise in discipline. We came across a small encampment, seemingly abandoned. Wary of the possibility of an ambush, we approached the smoldering embers of the campfire but whomever had been there before us were nowhere to be seen. Unfortunately, without food to cook, we could simply stare at the embers and dream of smoking slabs of meat. To raise the mood, I described to my companion the beautiful noblewomen of Ophira. Braga crossed his arms and told me that I talk to much and that he wasn't interested. I offered to describe the sheep of my homeland instead... Braga thinks that we ought to travel north from here, across the bridge. I mumbled my agreement through a mouthful of broken teeth.
Emotes Learned[]
CrossArms
Location[]
Located at the northern end of Shattered Bridge. (Coordinates -57973 219159 -17566)
Journal Text[]
It has proven wise to travel together. My companion has crafted a crude stone sword - one which he applied with great strength to an aggressive crocodile. I cowered in fear when the monster attacked and I am thankful to my companion for both the protection and the sustenance the flesh of the beast provided. It tasted like chicken. We have decided to venture further north, following the river. My companion has taken an interest in the black walls of the ruined city, I am less enthusiastic about the prospects of a safe haven there.
Emotes Learned[]
Submissive
Location[]
Located outside the eastern wall of the Unnamed City just above the Warren of Degenerates. (Coordinates -81573 135788 -7393)
Journal Text[]
We have set up a temporary camp at the black walls. Even Braga seems taken aback by the ghostly sounds coming from within the ruins and he is only slightly more expressive than the stone itself. I have firmly declared that I have no intention of exploring them. My companion sighed at my cowardice but agreed to head further north. Perhaps we can find an opening in the wall that will not lead to certain death. That would be much preferred.
Emotes Learned[]
Sigh
Location[]
Located at the Weaver's Hollow. (Coordinates -57845 84852 -12026)
Journal Text[]
I scribble these words with the dread fear that they may be my last. Nightmare creatures have come boiling forth from the nearby cave, screaming and attacking my companion and myself. Braga beat the first wave back, but at the cost of our precious food supplies being stolen by the creatures. Braga and I have become so close on this journey that even a slight shift of weight conveys an entire conversation - when he looked to me, I knew he wanted to stay and guard the camp while he descended into the cave and retrieved our supplies. So here I crouch nervously awaiting his return. Addendum: Turns out he actually wanted me to follow him into the cave and help him. And now I have a headache from the clout he gave me.
Emotes Learned[]
ByCrom, Kneel, PraySitting, PrayStanding, and Grovel
Location[]
Located at Muriela's Hope (Coordinates -101153 62506 -8735)
Journal Text[]
I feel ill at ease here. I do not know what happened to the builders that began this project but I cannot imagine their fates being pleasant. Braga climbed the scaffolding and threw himself onto the back of an antelope, which he killed with a brutal wrench of the neck. Tomorrow we will continue our journey west toward s the ruins but tonight we feast like kings!
Emotes Learned[]
Score
Location[]
Located at the The Slaveway. (Coordinates -162595 30549 -1685)
Journal Text[]
I am convinced that one of the infernal creatures here has stung me. Perhaps one of the small scorpions that hide in the deep sands? I did not feel the sting, but a strange lassitude has overcome me. I feel tired ad ill and my legs can carry me no further. I pleaded with Braga to rest here and he complied, although not without protest. To the west lie great salt flats which we will cross tomorrow. Perhaps we can break into the north, where there seems to be greenery and an end to this infernal desert.
Emotes Learned[]
Yawn
Location[]
Located west of the Shattered Springs. (Coordinates -217363 30173 -10190)
Nearby is a gravestone where Sanus was buried. The inscription reads:
Here lies Sanus from Ophir. A coward, a joker and a man with a strange obsession for sheep, but he saved my life. I could not save his. - Braga of Cimmeria
Journal Text[]
I am undone. The venom is coursing through my veins and slowly, insidiously, I am dying. I no longer feel my legs. I wonder how many others like me this desert has claimed. Even taciturn Braga has shown some concern. You are truly cursed when a Cimmerian takes pity upon you. I told him a joke about sheep to cheer him up. He cursed and spat into the fire. As I write this, my companion is snoring loudly and my hand is firmly grasping the dagger that will end me. I will go into the afterlife by my own terms.