It’s almost a blessing that we are hardly able to rest. As we get closer to the root of the chaos, the visions that fill my unconscious mind only get more terrifying.
Though, it’s difficult to say if what we face in waking life is worse.
We’re deep into the wilds now. It’s been days since we sent the horses back to safety. Probably better that way. There’s not much to graze on out here. And we wouldn't have wanted them to get torn apart by what we’re facing. The pack of wolves fought like wolves, but they sure didn’t look like any wolves I’ve seen before.
We tried to sleep. But it’s difficult when the gods decide to take a leak on your head. Of course, I’d imagine pissin’ acid would burn somethin’ fierce. Luckily, it didn’t turn out to be too big an obstacle. Nyran, with his quick thinking, put up some fire shield overhead and protected us. Though he was quite sore over getting holes burnt into his new clothes.
Then we slogged on. No point in just sitting when it looks like the storm won’t be passing anytime soon. Eventually, the rain did stop. The ground was just waterlogged silt. And these used to be some of the most prime farmlands.
Then we came across a sinkhole. At first I thought it was a result of the rains. That was before all the tentacles started shooting out. Goddess in a box! I think the only thing that kept my sanity intact was the fact I had encountered the beast already in my dreams. Nyran wasn’t as prepared. Out of the corner of my eye, I say the look of horror overtake his features. I was more disconcerted when he opened his moth and let out a scream. If I felt I could have spared the few precious seconds, I would have given him a good sharp slap to bring him back ‘round. Like the others should have done to me. When I was able, I ducked and tumbled under and around the reaching flesh and chopped off the ones closest to me. The SoulBlade really hurt it.
Then the beastie decided to play everyone’s favorite game of Smack My Wench Up. First, they pummeled me. Then it snaked around my waist and chomped on my head. The constricting tentacle wasn’t so bad. Not to say it didn’t hurt and cracked a few ribs. It did. But being drawn closer into the web of flesh and then seeing the MOUTH? AHHH! I gave into weakness and screamed like a damn woman. Then it did the same to Islan and Horus.
Luckily, Elana was there to save our butts. So the thing drops us and us three are just laying on the ground. Ow. Ow. Ow. Don’t want move, I’m just gonna lay here. Kinda hurt me back there. That was our initial idea. But we got healed up and moved onward!
That was another experience. Our magic users appear to be having trouble with their crafts. Something about a wild magic zone, whatever that means exactly. At least with steel, you know it’ll work the same all the time.
Deciding that we should NOT stay in the same area as the slaughtered monster, we moved on. It’s pretty entertaining when the rangers are asking you if you know where a good campsite would be. You just want to look at them and ask, “Isn’t that your specialty?” But these lands are so psycho, it probably screws up their ranger sense. So I took the lead. And found a tidy little area I might add. It was like being guided by instinct. Or memory.
I just hope nothing else comes out of the woodwork tonight. We need rest. Not that I’m afraid of a fight. Just a little sick of Islan’s whining.
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