2nd Seojungsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1853: On the 2nd Qindirsday of Spring's Birth, we trekked to the ancient oak, where fresh snow revealed footprints—dragged, as if by force, straight into the tree. No time for debate; action was needed. Malakar communed with the spirit within, and we were granted passage into the realm of winter, stepping through without resistance. My pulse quickened—this was no ordinary task.
Inside, we clashed with quicklings and twigjacks, their speed and numbers testing our reflexes. We found the missing mother and child, along with a sentient gourd claiming authority in the dryad’s absence. It refused to believe our intent to aid the dryad, forcing us to fight our way through the tree’s denizens. The battle escalated when we faced a pair of cu-sith. Their howl unleashed a terror I’ve never known, scattering my senses. By the time I regained control, I was far from the fray, scrambling to rejoin my allies and lend my whip.
We pressed onward, climbing into the tree’s hollow until we reached a chamber radiating decay. There, my mask glowed, warning of undead leshies—vampiric, foul creatures. The fight was grueling, but we struck them down, every swing a step toward victory. With the leshies slain, we freed the trapped dryad. In gratitude, she named Malakar guardian of her forest and granted us access to her slice of the fae realm—a tangible reward for our efforts. This is why I trust in deeds over words; our blades carved a path to triumph where there was no room for negotiation.
Lady Aria decided to wait for the return of her scout Selestiel before making any decisions about our next steps. This gives me plenty of time to return to studying alchemy.