1st Qindirsday of Spring's Birth, Second Age 1853: Venturing into the depths beneath Nyxthranis on the 5th Respitesday of Spring's Birth, we encountered a disturbing collection of aberrant corpses, their forms a puzzle of unnatural biology that begged for study. We camped that night, but an oppressive presence lingered in the dark, keeping my thoughts restless with questions about what forces animated such creatures.
The following day, we descended a spiral tunnel, drawn by a rhythmic pulse like a heartbeat resonating through the stone. Malakar’s Web of Eyes revealed a plant creature, its very existence a fascinating corruption of fey and aberration. I yearned to examine its structure, to understand how such a hybrid could persist. Luthadir, found embedded in the creature’s trunk, was entwined with root-like appendages—an intricate symbiosis that demanded analysis. Talindra’s medical expertise, severing those roots with precision, was a marvel to witness; her actions preserved Luthadir and offered a glimpse into the creature’s dependence on living hosts. Isenara took a sample of its sap, a substance brimming with potential for alchemical study—perhaps a key to new spells or protections, though knowing my sister some kind of a drug is more likely.
As we returned to the surface, the decision to collapse the mountain onto Nyxthranis ensured its secrets remained buried, though I regret the loss of further study. Lady Aria dispatched Selestiel to pursue the escaped dwarven slaves, and I find myself wondering what knowledge they might carry. Back in Hithfaer, I’m eager to see what Isenara will discover with with the sap, perhaps discussing its possibilities with Zhyrissa over a quiet evening, piecing together the mysteries of its properties.