It has now been four days on the Isle. I concentrate on making notes, sketches and generally observing the ecology of this dread place. The light as it pierces the upper canopy and fights its way to the jungle floor is exceptionally beautiful. The flowers and fauna are spectacular. Nature unbound.
Yet still Avner is dead. The crew of the Wyvern sits at the bottom of the sea. The dark weapon Blackrazor eats at Aramir and I can sense something foul and not-of-this-world powering the internal engine of this island. This place is tainted.
We found Lithira and her brood among the ruins of an ancient civilization. The others nearly turned this to disaster, but thankfully I speak Sylvan and prevented her from ordering her brood to attack. I am not fond of spiders, but managed to maintain my cool as the gargantuan guardians of this Aranea queen surrounded us.
As per my readings, there is a passage under the mountains that will take us to the eastern coast road. Most chilling was Lithira’s warning as we left. The entrance to the passage is to be found at the statue of an old priest King. This place is recently desecrated, she said. Some old evil has returned and she is planning to move her brood to distance them from the dangers that have taken nest.
Our fellowship is splintering. Aramir and Kavr’n’n grow cold and distant. Galan and Lydara have taken on the leadership, but without the Dracha’s insights or Aramir’s heart, we are all beginning to lose morale. I fear the island will consume us.
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