1st Judicday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1854: On our expedition, we confronted the dwarves at their mountain holdout and, through sharp negotiation, convinced them to leave our lands without bloodshed. It may not have been the most decisive strike, but it preserved our resources and secured access to the griffin roost—a strategic victory that keeps our strength intact for future battles. Many would have seen the dwarves betrayed and murdered on the way back, but Lady Aria is a woman of her word.
On our return, we detoured to tackle a den of undead chimeras. The fight was brutal—our fighters caught in a deadly crossfire of breath weapons, barely escaping with their lives. Yet we prevailed, cutting through the horde. The most formidable chimera bore ritualistic marks, clearly crafted before the cataclysm, unlike its lesser kin, warped by the event itself. Each swing of my blade felt like reclaiming ground from the unnatural.
The following months were a grind of research and kingdom management, but not without reward. We uncovered new details about Luthais: he somehow retains memories across incarnations and seeks a meeting with the headmaster of a nearby magic school—the same one where our souls nearly fell to ruin. That’s a lead we can’t ignore; we may soon march that way, ready to face whatever he’s scheming. I am worried that we may not be ready to face the terrors Aranesi and I did. I feel like we have regained most of our skills since then, but there are still gaps, ones that are unlikely to ever be restored. Perhaps the creature that was nearly our end is still there, perhaps it still keeps the parts of our torn souls. Perhaps we can be made whole again. Even so, we still share the same body, would we have to find another? Would we merge into a single person? I have to say, after all this time sharing the same body with Aranesi, it does not sound like such a terrible concept. We've always been particularly inspearable. But that is a matter for when we actually venture to those ruins.
3rd Respitesday of Rising Autumn, Second Age 1854: We set out again to clear threats scouted by Selestiel, targeting undead griffins nesting near our new aviary. The battle was swift and precise, and we claimed several petrified griffin eggs—valuable additions to our growing menagerie. With the roost secured, we turned to a eerie cabin at the mountain’s edge. It turned out to be a sentient house, hungry to consume anyone who entered. We have all escaped while Aelorna’s lingered behind, finding a miniature model of the house. Lifting it collapsed the structure into itself. A clean resolution, proof that sharp instincts can outmatch even the strangest foes, and a tool that could be used against our enemies in the future, as long as we don't set the replica down somewhere where it would cause us harm.