We keep stopping for all kinds of inane reasons, so I guess I can sit down to write a bit more. It seems that the water here has left some of us with glowing auras of some kind. Fern is glowing a little, something within Duraz’ beard is glowing, and apparently I am glowing, too. (Duraz decided this must mean I am pregnant, but didn’t care to hear in excruciating detail how I could know that I am not. This also has not stopped him from accusing me of fucking trees.) And while I try to keep this journal more focused on events and factual information, it needs to be recorded for posterity that it was today that Duraz finally realized that Rue and I are together. This information caught him off guard; he originally assumed I was sleeping with Roscoe and then suggested I am “taking advantage of Seksgar.” I disabused him of these incorrect notions. He seemed stunned by the pairing, though. (He also later had someone how missed the memo about Seksgar’s mother, so I think he just doesn’t absorb things?”
Lepota’s Domain
This place continues to be beautiful. The almost larger-than-believable trees surrounding us have no imperfections. They look more like someone’s imagined vision of an ideal tree than they resemble trees anywhere I’ve been. I continue to be frustrated that half of the party refuses to properly thank and appreciate Lepota. We are walking on her plane and they still can’t spare a moment. Lepota did punish Duraz a little, forcing him to join our silly circle.
The farther into our journey to the gnomes’ hostel we get, the clearer it becomes that Seksgar is quite intelligent. He seems to have had his mental abilities restored. I am unsure if the effects we experience on this plane will stay with us when we go, but for his sake, I hope it does.
There’ve also been a variety of other nearly-unbelievable small things we’ve encountered—dandelions that burst into harmless clouds of colorful powder, glitter-like rain that adds iridescence to everything it touches, incredibly majestic emerald green wolves, and endless landscapes that continue to be more beautiful than the last. While I feel more at home in the sharper surroundings of Veldorn, the unabashed aesthetic perfection of things here is a deeply memorable experience.
Godly Machinations
We still aren’t quite sure why we ended up here, but our best guess is that Lepota did it intentionally—whether “it” is bringing us here or destroying the cultists (making us bystanders caught in the fray) is not clear. Oghma’s smug vibes coupled with what happened makes me think this was opportunistic and us not dying was a pleasant side effect that Oghma expected to pan out given my whole horizon walker nature. I would ask, but I can’t really sense Oghma here. We must be too close to Lepota’s power.
I tried to pick Duraz’ brain about dwarves tunneling under gods’ mountains, but then we got derailed by him refusing to believe that duergar are dwarves and had a philosophical debate about whether drow are elves or svirfneblin are gnomes.
Margin notes in Sylvan and a cypher, for Rue: