2nd Amerysday of Summer’s Dawn, Second Age 1854: The past month has been a grueling dive into research, pouring over notes and experiments in the lab, chasing a breakthrough. I crafted a drug—a success, potent and promising—but the timetable’s tight, and there’s no chance to test it on myself yet. The thought stings; I’d rather feel its effects in action than trust theory alone. But duty calls, and we’re setting sail soon, the open sea pulling me toward the next fight. I miss Aranesi's academic input. Poisons and drugs may be my forte, but her mind was always invaluable when dealing with theories. Without her, the lab feels too quiet, like I’m missing half my strength. I carry her absence like a wound, but I’ll channel it into what’s ahead, ready to face whatever the sea brings.
2nd Qindirsday of Summer’s Dawn, Second Age 1854: We rendezvoused with a sea elf submersible at the appointed spot today, a marvel of craftsmanship that plunged us into the depths to their underwater city. The city shimmered beneath the waves, its coral spires glowing with bioluminescent life. There, I met a sea elf scholar restoring ancient books salvaged from the ocean’s grasp, meticulously preserving their knowledge. He sends them to their palace for copying, ensuring their wisdom is safeguarded or traded with surface-dwellers. His work is methodical, but I’d rather be out exploring those sunken ruins myself than waiting for pages to dry. Aranesi would’ve been in her element, poring over those tomes with him, unraveling their secrets. I’m left to act in her stead, but I wonder, what truths in those books might lead us closer to discovering Luthais' true purpose? I’m ready to move, to dive deeper into this mission.
5th Judicday of Summer’s Dawn, Second Age 1854: I’ve started forging connections at the Broken Chalice, a tavern built among an abandoned temple to Aranye, alive with the chatter of sea elf salvagers. Strange mixture of irreverence to a holy place, but also a certain homage paid to the goddess of passion. The local “mead,” brewed from sweet algae secretion and blood coral, was a curious blend, sharp, strange, and invigorating, once we have established proper trade channels, I will need to have some supplied for the Stormy Glacier's stock. The salvagers were cagey about their treasure-hunting grounds, guarding their secrets tightly, but I’ve made inroads. Too soon to call it trust, but with time I'm confident they will divulge their secrets. We’ve been combing through the recovered tomes, rich with Eraneth’s lost histories, and ventured to a sunken ruin identified in their pages. The dive was intense, navigating murky depths, but the site yielded nothing conclusive—no relics, no answers, only broken architecture. Frustrating, but I’ll keep pushing, keep moving. If Aranesi were here, she’d have found something in those texts, some clue I missed. Every dead end feels like losing her again, but I’ll fight through it. These ruins hold answers we seek, but time is not on our side and we need to depart for the surface soon. The sea’s vast, and when we return I’ll tear through it until I find what we need.