From Mosholu's Journal


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Sleeping under the stars for the first time was something I will never forget and I hope to do it again very soon. I've never slept so soundly as I did on the beach last night. I have slept outside before, but those occasions were when I lived in Freestone. And sleeping outside at night in the city is not very relaxing at all. After the day's adventures, detailed herein, I doubt that I can return to Freestone, unless it is to save the city from itself. The people there, like my mother and sisters, deserve better. My brothers no doubt, will do well, unless the new security and safety measures by the guard disrupt their lifestyles.

We woke to the sun and the warm wind blowing over the hills and out toward the ocean. I have never woken up so peacefully and gradually. I met a druid storyteller in Freestone once who spoke of the woods with reverent tones, something I could never understand. Until now. He said a number of things that stuck with me, and his words came back to me as I sat on the beach. His most lasting statement still surfaces among my 'walking-thoughts'. He was sitting by the fire, telling about something he had realized only recently, "The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it."

So we woke that morning and began to search the island we were on. We marched through the bush and surveyed the surrounding area. It seems we are on a small island, no longer inhabited, but there is evidence that people lived here long ago. We found a way into the mountain that dominates the island, and discovered a maze of halls and rooms. The dead live in these halls and I am eager to leave them.

I travel with the rowers and the cook from the Lido. We seem to get along well enough, and they have fought the undead valiantly. I would do more harm than good in these battles and leave them to the more deft. The half-orc is a truly impressive fighter, somehow gathering anger from past slights to help protect him and boost his fighting prowess. Whether it was a giant white worm protecting a pool of loot, or a small group of bats, Wat fought with skill and bravery. Linear, one of the elves, searched the island for medicinal roots as we made our way to the top of the island. I do hope he was successful and will join us quickly.

I worry about my traveling companions if we make it to a city, they seem to jump into fights as quick as a thought and without regard to an escape route. I spent much of our battles ensuring there was a safe exit in case things became too intense. I will have to watch them more closely if we do go to a city, though from the looks of the surrounding area, I am worrying in vain. There are many more passages and rooms to explore so I leave you

To be continued...