3rd Amerysday of Autumn’s Edge, Second Age 1853: The workers were certain they’d breach the ruins tomorrow, but last night, spider-like creatures jolted us awake. They hit hard and fast, catching us half-armored, yet we repelled them with surprising ease. Their venom piqued my interest—it’s a muscle relaxant, crippling but not fatal. With Lady Aria’s help, Isenara secured a sample; digging through guts of a dead monster is gross, but I have a hunch she'll be doing more of that from now on.
The next morning, we descended into the ruins, their age suggesting they predate even the ancient elven kingdoms. The Cataclysm must have thrust them upward. We faced odd creatures—neither fully alive nor dead—and deeper in, stumbled on a blood magic ritual circle. Before I could unravel its purpose, a grotesque, moving mass of flesh attacked us, all faces and limbs in a waxen horror. It was a brutal fight, but we endured. Isenara took cover behind a solid pillar, a strategy I wholeheartedly endorse. The circle hinted at resurrection magic, strangely independent of a body or soul, as if crafting a vessel for… something. I’m intrigued by what entity it might summon.
Exploring further, we found traces of recent use—a red hair dye container and a chest of subterfuge items, likely Luthais’. Secret rooms brimmed with ancient, pristine magical gear. Two finds stood out: a gate to the Shadow realm, which Lady Aria wisely buried, and scrolls marked with tree symbols and sacred geometry. Using a magnifying glass from among the treasures, Isenara was able to view the textin a manner readable to us both. It spoke of Araneth and world-creation, but it’s an unfamiliar telling—possibly a key to lost knowledge.
4th Judicsday of Autumn’s Edge, Second Age 1853: Back in Hithfaer, Isenara's infiltrators returned from Nyxthranis. Moon Elves fare better as slaves there than Snow Elves, who are despised as traitors—useful, but not revelatory. Celandor fixated on the scrolls, reading them unaided in a northern tribal tongue. He wants to study and share them before returning them to their people. Lady Aria agreed, though I hope she changes her mind, such text should not be given away for safekeeping, but studied for each possible drop of knowledge.