Inscriptions and Etchings in Mortal Shell are informative texts that contain information related to the world and the history of the game. These mysterious texts are hidden in secret walls that you will discover as the game progresses. This page covers a list of all Inscriptions and Etchings in Mortal Shell which includes their description, locations, and relevant information.
All Inscriptions and Etchings in Mortal Shell
Inscriptions
INSCRIPTION
The hungriest of the unborn burns with desire.
He hangs seething as those below bow low in supplication.
He demands sacrifice, but his hunger, it ne'er ends.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
Those within the obsidian walls seek oblivion.
Their worship, turbulent and reactive.
They predict the birth of their savior, but they say he has already been born.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
She rests within a tomb, the most vulnerable of the unborn.
His protection is all he has left to offer.
A loyal husk, he prays for her birth, refusing to rest no matter how tiresome his watch.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
The old prisoner sits contentedly atop his perch. Awaiting the newest.
The unborn must be greeted with gifts, but gifts they will bestow.
In return for unwavering loyalty.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
The First Martyr gave neither blood nor body.
No, he gave up so much more to preserve our faith.
He gave his living memory—all that he knew, all that he glimpsed—sealed within ice.
As it thaws, open your mouth and harden your heart.
Receive his gift.
Remember what came before.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
The first vision came upon me like a waking dream.
Thrust into a vast chamber, I beheld a maiden, crowned with winterglass.
Her hand fell upon my throat and I shivered.
Trembling, I returned to the present, but her grasp remained an icy collar upon my neck, linking us forevermore.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
Kneel before the Immaculate.
Place your palm upon the Deathless Doctrine.
Surrender your pride, your vanity—or as you call it, your will.
This is the first sin.
Let go.
Allow her eternal wisdom, untouched and unspoiled, guide you.
Your spirit will not falter, if it is hers to command.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
The reward for loyalty is servitude.
Thus the Twiceborn requires no pledges.
They came here searching for answers, like you do now, but you will find nothing but silence and fury.
Throw yourself into the chasm.
Let the void take you and remake you.
You will be reborn, a Child of the Myriad, a sester or brether.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
We no longer remember our name.
We are a multitude, emptied and repoured into a human-like vessel, a comforting mirage.
Your eyes refuse to acknowledge our boundless form, but neither time or shape can confine us.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
With each sacrament, we deepen our doubts.
Refuse the comfort of conviction, brethers.
Close your eyes to the seduction of reason.
There is no comprehending our inscrutable gods.
We barely know ourselves.
Tell me, what fool would believe he could comprehend the Revered?
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
A spider climbs carefully along a wet blade of grass.
The torments of transition enlighten with new perspectives for those who are open.
A stinger pierces the flesh of an unloved keeper.
A tube swells and constricts.
A calmness brings with it nothing but hope of forestalling any more pain.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
The stone breathes, it lives.
Yes, look close, the obsidian writhes and squirms.
It is not a seamless stone, but a conflux of worms, black as oil, threaded together in a great, wriggling mass.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
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Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
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Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
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(The truth is simple - without every "vr")
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
Birds nesting inside a child's crumbling skull.
Two rows of teeth become one.
Elusive shapes dance endlessly in retinas.
A hard shelled parasite eats the kernel of a rose and takes its place.
Unbearable pain drags those who feel it into darkness.
Polished porcelain bowls defiled with specs of blood and bile.
A worm split asunder becomes something new.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
Stricken with all the ills that consumed his kin, Imrod, last of the (indecipherable) dragged himself before the Immolation.
He witnessed, as you will one day, the consecrated, living flame, always becoming, always feeding, as its form flakes away in torrents of ash.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
Why must great (indecipherable) die, while beggars and bandits and (indecipherable) flourish?
The body is little more than kindling that our spirits burn through.
Enflame your passions and forget your reluctance for ambition, for sacrifice.
No more coddling the infirm, no more sheltering the ill.
(indecipherable) the weak.
Purify the flesh.
Leave nothing but ashes.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
You are damned at birth, promised death.
This is the frailty of our flesh, but it is a falsehood.
The gift of immortality lies within reach, but you must be willing to take (indecipherable).
By force if you must.
Even if you suffer without end.
There is no (indecipherable) without sacrifice.
But there is ecstasy in agony.
Location: ??
INSCRIPTION
"Not Unlocked"
Location: ??
Etchings
Etchings are hidden on walls and you'll need to perform an attack to uncover them. Once you do, you'll acquire 1x Glimpse of Wisdom
Etching
Their madness is not a malady, but a willful subjugation.
They've offered up their voices, their sanity, preferring the silence of stone.
Location: Can be found at Abandoned Chamber. Jump into the battlefield and defeat the Enslaved Grisha. Once you've defeated him, attack the walls underneath the torches to find this etching.
Etching
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Location: ???
Etching
They grow opaque. Solid and brittle like obsidian.
Still like statues, they loom without purpose, a reminder of past splendor, rendered into a tragic substitute.
Location: ??
Etching
What is the difference between following and pursuing?
These wraiths haunt his steps, as I do.
A beast chasing at its own tail in the grand cosmic scheme
Location: On the right side of the wall just before tunnel to Tiel shell.
Etching
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Location:???
Etching
The only message that passes between them is scrawled in stone.
Not unlike my own etchings. Do they fear the ephemeral word decaying upon their lips?
Location: Heading to door entrance to Fallgrim Tower from starting location, cross the swamp, and hit the rock at right side, just after the swamp.
Etching
And what of my kin? Are you reading this, dear brother? Do you still remember how we played at scholarship? Simpler times. When our quandaries were mere dramatics, dressed up as theory.
Location:???
Etching
Gritza is the BESTIST...BESTAST...BEASTEST bandit bearon.
Location: Heading to Baghead from Gorf side hit the rock wall before the camp, just before first yellow mushroom.
Etching
You'll have to raise the last seedling alone. I am truly sorry, beloved.
I always meant to return, but I'm afraid the False Truths have spread far beyond our reach.
To stop them would be akin to killing the host to kill the parasite
Location: Can be found at the lowest level of the Fallgrim Tower. Attack the wall to uncover it.
Etching
If you are a fine gentleman, please consider Vlas for all furnishing and accouterment.
It's rather perilous in these uncivilized lands.
His new shop lies atop that rustic tower
Location: Can be found at Fallgrim. Head towards Temple Grounds. Attack the wall near the torch in the small valley.
Etching
These creatures, twisted and malformed, they're almost unrecognizable. Whatever gifts Hadern has lavished them with were wasted. They've strayed so far from the path, they're lost in a wilderness of their own making.
Location: ??
Etching
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Their messiah planted his seeds and left. They seek a utopia which cannot exist.
Charmed and forgotten, choking on the nectar of false gods.
How high and mighty will they be when they consume this posion?
Location: In Flame Temple, enter the room with first sarcofagus, and hit the right wall just as you enter.
Etching
They sully their lips with the false wine.
It lulls their needs like a lover's caress.
But what of their lives, what of their former devotions? Left behind like a sack with a hole.
Forgotten like the tar addled night before.
Liquid filth is their sacrament and will be their downfall, it's that which we've seen and that which we shall sow.
Etching
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My lute is life. I've been a man of simple pedigree, travelling the world, sharing fancy
notes for a cup of soup. But I've no one to leave my legacy. As it all slips away, it's
my own regret. I'll just take another bite of tar and... goodbye cruel world
Location: Can be found at Fallgrim. Head outside the Fallgrim Tower using the tunnel on the lowest level. Turn left and climb the hill. Attack the wall on the right part to uncover it.
