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*the top of the page seems to be smeared with mud and grime*
-came running from the forest covered in honey and being chased by what looked and sounded as a massive swarm of bees, much to the chagrin of his companions. Ah well, he got what was coming to him. Such is… idiots.
Yesterday’s adventure went off without any troubles. Aside from the weather. I rode out to the Greenwood Monastery and met up with the Trinity’s monk, after a brief exchange of greetings we set off to pick up the Trinity’s herbalist, all the way debating theology and exchanging ideas and theories.
With the herbalist in tow we broke into a gallop down the grade, as if riding living lightning we tore across the high planes, yet when we reached the outskirts we hit a bank of thick fog and we slowed to a trot. With a dull roar a ball of fire leapt to life in my hand yet it failed to achieve what we had hoped. Extinguishing the flame, we trotted on in silence.
Reaching the gorge though, the fog broke, and we returned to our mounted flight around the turns down to the river, across the ford and back up the other side. We slowed a final time when we reached the outlying edges of the village. Trotted to our destination and dismounted.
The return journey was much the same only the monk took board at the Overlook as opposed to the Greenwood Monastery.
There are fish here, it’s oddly hypnotic watching them. Makes me wonder what other beasts dwell beneath the waves back home.
I think I’ll put up my pen for now, tomorrow I think the monk and I shall go off in search of beasts to slay, maybe take up the search for the Netherstone citadel again… despite the constant failures on this task last year.
Bah. Our failures shall not hold us back, only set us in the right direction.
Or so we had hoped last time.
Oh well. Such is fate.
Damnable Netherstones.
