2nd Respitesday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854: We set out for one of the void fonts, rumored to be an altar or a pond tied to some religious activity in the past. When we arrived, a copse of trees stood withered, reeking of death and decay. My instinct was to destroy it, but I saw potential to transform it into a font of life, the other side of the same coin—a weapon for our cause. The group, however, prioritized shutting it down entirely. We acted swiftly, dissipating its power with precision. A clean resolution, even if it wasn’t my first choice.
4th Judicday of High Autumn, Second Age 1854: Next, we headed for Bri’Inis to return the Scroll of Creation. I am loathe to see such a find allowed to leave our hands, but Lady Aria's word is law and we can still make the best out of it. If the people living on Bri'Inis have such a connection to Araneth, perhaps they are keeping some other secrets from the rest of the world. A few days into the journey, lightning struck our ship, forcing us to dock at a spring elf port. Their wary glares kept us confined to the vessel, but we didn’t sit idle—repairs were completed efficiently, and we were back on course. No delays, no distractions.
Before the second week at sea ended, we spotted a ship gaining on us. Aelorna identified their markings: shadow elf slavers. Lady Aria didn’t hesitate, ordering a counterattack to eliminate the pursuit. I’d have preferred luring them into a trap to maximize our advantage, but her call was clear. We are turning to engage them head-on just as I write this, ready to crush them and keep moving, perhaps gain a second ship out of it. Action over hesitation—always the way.