May the 6th, the year 751 BC
It’s good to finally be writing one of these of sound mind. I don’t say body because frankly I’m disappearing. This damn dagger is literally damned.
I’ve spent much of our rest time reviewing my notes. How distraught and disrupted I was. I’m amazed I finally worked myself out of it mostly. Esera helped with the rest. I’m glad for her help but concerned. She never said sorry, or I’m glad you’re okay. She cast her spell and that was it. I was crying, apologizing and… nothing. I think she’s avoiding me.
What matters is she helped. The others seemed to finally understand I wasn’t thinking clearly. At all. My notes are well but my journal entries are a mess. I’ve clearly missed things. I’ve gone back in and edited some of my notes.
We just left Rima’s place. We’re camping by the river to head north. Why? To see Hags of course. That makes sense. Why? Because we need a magic potion to throw on someone to see the Terrapopalo apparently. Why? Because that’s what Aruwin told us to do, once we got his ghost to his body on an isle of a corrupted siren who manipulates the fog like in Barovia.
Coincidence, I think not?
Karsten figured us out. I must admit I appreciate his help and his style, but I worry he’s too concerned with “power down below.” I’m not sure we can trust that group. Rima’s reading seemed to point out we can trust and can’t trust Karsten but it’s entirely possible she’s speaking of two similar individuals. That’s the thing with Seers and their readings…
I’m not entirely sure that Lorelai will be the one possessed. Oh yes, apparently that spirit is what convinced Aruwin and his now insane companion Eldrak to go to Castle Island. It was a sad tale we learned there. Eldrak is the one who killed Aruwin, charmed and manipulated by the woman. It’s rather disgusting. Hopefully we can bring him back. Esera has the magical means and I think I have the temporary means to convince him.
That’s right, after this is all done we’re going to go fishing to find the Siren’s lost love. The Avunc is apparently her lost love. I don’t see this going to well for us, but I said I’d try and I mean to. The Vistani honors their promises and expect them to be honored in return.
I foolishly investigated at the blacksmith’s forge in Kelee. They’d set out Witching Gourd seeds, which I only incidentally counted through my detection of magical auras. It would figure trying to help these closed-minded people would come back to bite me in the ass. Well that’s enough of that for now. I’m still wondering if Brianna will really be completely innocent. It’s possible she’s the one possessed and Lorelai was targeted. How better to start a witch hunt then to go after Wyan’s daughter.
We need to take this hand of the pilgrim, a goblin’s hand, and travel to the northewest, which is where goblins often go. We’ll be tested, hopefully make it to the hags, and have to deal. We need this potion, called the Tinture of Midnight. It’s poisonous to spirits and apparently our target won’t even have to drink it, merely we splash it upon them.
Meanwhile, I need to figure out how to rid myself of this dagger. Apparently it’s fey bound, has me hunted as it was stolen from its lord or lady, and is slowly draining me away because I’m not immortal. My dreams have been nightmares, encouraging me to hurt people to feed its power. How terrible. I’ve no desire to kill anyone.
So hopefully the hags can help me break this curse without such tragedy. I need to break the curse, then get rid of it, then sit in the sun to cleanse myself. I think we may need to hold onto the dagger though so as to prevent the release of a terrible creature between worlds. I’m not sure that I could ever trust the Araq now. If they are fey, then manipulation will be par for the course.
So now we’ve camped on the other side of the second bridge. We’ll follow the river north until we come to the field of black stones. From there we’ll travel north west upon the trail. We aren’t supposed to attack any goblins but I’m betting they know ways of still causing problems, a trap or two maybe.
I look forward to leaving this place because I suspect we won’t be able to help it as much as I’d like.