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  1. Expedition Log Four As it was starting to become the norm now, a new team of people for this expedition outside of the few returning, and ever curious bloom joined in. Though I’m admittingly starting to feel the change of time as my hair was slowly growing white now, even the tan didn’t help to make me feel any younger from the time in the south. Almost didn’t recognize myself in the reflection of water by this point. We set off to the strider and after a bumpy, almost sickening ride for several days we headed up to our camp and took a little moment to prepare ourselves by the stream. Checking supplies, armours, weapons and other equipment to make sure we were ready for as much as we could. We had brought goods that we believed we could trade with the tribe that had settled up within the land and was living among the nature there, not hunting, but more surviving with them. Something we could approve of. And as we were discussing how we would go to encounter them and what we had brought to offer in trade a familiar figure in the form of the same child we spoke too before showed themselves. Starting to believe this kid is somehow the scout and negotiator with outsiders of the island. Of course the fourth fleet also gave us a little bit of information as well, though it was only enough to let us know that the people of the island were hoping for a new meeting. We began to discuss it there, and she brought up how they weren’t open to seeing us right now. But they were considering us and needed our aid to show sincerity. Giving information of a deadly cloud that left behind medical residue that they could use, but they didn’t have the manpower to investigate closer and scout out from what was said. We discussed it with our group, and offered them alternatives such as getting herbs from the homeland and raising them, and growing them, but there was no way of knowing how that might turn out in this strange new land. Nor were they able to get enough medical supplies from the fleet to tend to their needs. Eventually the group decided in whisper to aid, and with the girl's guidance we reached the mountaintop that the creature was spotted landing as one of their own shot an arrow towards the cloud to see what would happen. Honestly the young lad that did it was luckily it didn’t fall on them with how deadly the fumes seem to be from what was said. Thankfully the path there we were not bothered by the many dangerous creatures of this island. We prepared ourselves, with only one among our numbers that had a breathing contraption that would allow them to take in clear air within the fumes they took the front while the rest of us gathered cloth, leather, and other forms of masks and tightened them around our heads to block the fumes from reaching us and holding them back for as long as we could. Then we waited til nightfall to try and limit the sight that would fall upon us The moon is truly a breathtaking sight on this island. But that is for another time. With the hint of the black mist slowly beginning to flow from the gap of a tree that hinted the direction we needed to go we slowly crept up. Keeping as high to the crevice walls as we could to avoid breathing in this mist ourselves as we heard the sound of movement before us. Rain began to fall, and the land itself became even more difficult to see with the shadow of the smog that was before us. So we moved slowly, cautiously. Not wanting to alert the entity that had landed that we were there as we moved to investigate it. And heard it slowly moving further and further away as he tracked it. A wailing call to the skies came with several echoes in response, that had us consider retreating if they began to descend. But thankfully its pack remained in the skies and didn’t follow. While barely being able to catch the sight before us. But soon enough there was a break in the crevice, a lift up that flowed over some bushes where the majority of the mist seemed to be gathering. With careful steps the majority of us hunt back, as the shifting figure of the creature's form seemed to be sighted. As our main member with the safety of the mask that allowed them to breathe cleanly moved closer to investigate. The mists began to give way as the creature appeared to be eating mushrooms, mushrooms that were growing from a gathering of corpses that were set upon a pile. Allowing us to see a scale tailed, four limbed and winged creature that reminded us of a bat. With many more noses on its face than you would expect and long wings. Which one appeared to be injured by a hole that was through it. Likely from the young lads arrow. When it noticed our ally that had moved forward and began to collect some of the mushrooms for samples it wasn’t hostile. In fact it was curious. Sniffing at them and taking in the scent and looking almost like they were nervous, and afraid of them. But also curious. The moment they spoke to warn us to keep our distance the creature showed a quick, and potentially dangerous agility with how swiftly it sprank back and clawed itself to the walls. The caution and tension continued to grow as the samples were taken until the creature's neck began to bulge much like that of a frog as the mists covered and hid their form from view once more. With a cry to retreat we began to head back the way we came as those dangerous fumes flowed like a cloud of shadow behind us. By the time we had reached out of the crevice the morning sun had begun to rise to greet us. And the youngest to join us and their friend hugged each other in relief as the others caught up to us on the mountain top. And of course. The girl that had shown a skill to vanish out of sight and return at all appeared and the information and samplings that were discovered were spoken on. We had gained favour, and information of another creature of this island while giving the locals a potential source of medicine through the mushrooms that they can gather if they are cautious. Now we just needed to speak to one of their elders. One potentially being a bit intense and will dig into us to get as much information as they can. Knowing our luck, that is the elder we were going to encounter and have to deal with. Let's hope she’s like the majority of vale’s own slightly mad crew and likes to drink as well. Overall, it's been a relatively nice, and informative expedition once more. And with the Siru' iheiuher adding its name to our own personal bestiary.
  2. Expedition Log 3 As usual we started our journey by travelling along the rocky shores towards the strider to head on out on the expedition, this time it was a new team entirely. All besides a trusty lass with a pair of goggles that had been around for each and every expedition. Curious to see how this expedition went as each one had given us new insight. Like all the previous first encounters the group were awed by the sheer size of the strider, and eager for those that were part of the seed that used these striders to take such a long journey with them. The journey took several relaxed days and we clambered down the strider's legs and splashed into the waters before swimming to shore. And that was when we spotted that we weren’t the only group on the beach this time, another group had arrived from another strider and had landed on the island to explore. A few familiar faces spotted. A word to keep a distance from each other was said for our own explorations and we took the right side of a furrowed trail that led deeper in land while they took the left. We began to travel, armoured up and helmets slid on our heads to be sure. Keeping a cautious eye on the figure as we followed the path and slowly began to see the sight of something like tail feathers within the dark that it had reached in our preparations and caution of the other group to continue on this path. We waited for a moment as the morning sun began to rise up to get a closer look, and then we began to see the glistening shine of some feathers that were peeking from behind trees that hid most of its full form for a moment. But by the sound of tearing flesh we had an idea what was going on. They were truly beautiful feathers, but to our surprise we found a child that was hiding next to a tree and spoke up to us, calling the creature the feathered sun and advised caution to not disturb them as they were feeding. So we kept our position out of sight by the tree and didn’t move forward. Though we had tried to keep a conversation going with the youth and ask questions. But the moment that the bird had begun to raise its head up, detecting the approach of the other group and soon finding us as well the girl had vanished from view and into the tree line. This was the second time that we had discovered a creature that fed upon crocodile-like reptiles, when we finally saw what it was tearing up and feeding upon. Unlike most places where this creature would be the natural predator with its sheer size it seems like there were tons of other beasts that were its predator within these lands, even enchanting birds that were truly massive, though on closer inspection it seemed to be a mix of reptile and bird. With sharp talons like the spitting reptiles we had previously encountered before. And that was when the ground had begun to shake, and the locals from the trees advised that we retreat and turn our gaze unless we were brave. Now I wasn’t about to risk our group over the child’s challenge of bravery and had us retreat over the thundering ground as the bird itself grew nervous from their position. Two of our members of course didn’t turn their head as the birds feathers burst into a bright light as something from below launched up and bit down upon them, dragging them into the depths. Leaving naught but two feathers. We took a moment to check the other group and saw that the majority of them had blinded themselves by taking the challenge, though they were also growing in number and appeared to have grown in size. Back up most likely. And while we were tending to the two that had been blinded from our group, thankfully only temporarily, we moved towards the child that had moved to the edge and questioned them about what had just risen from the ground and see if we could glean any more information. From what we discovered it appears that those creatures are considered the ‘Apex’ here, and are seen as the ‘god-creatures’ by the locals of the island. Her clan in particular was going to keep an eye on us to make sure we aren’t poachers before they were willing to give anymore information to us. Collecting a feather, only one to examine and investigate to not risk a challenge of arms from the other group, we began to head back with a final word to the child that we hoped to speak to them again in the future. A few of our members had grown a little panicked, considering the size of the bird and the size of the massive maw that reminded us of a giant sand worm, but we continued on. Heading back to the strider and beginning to return home with our newest discoveries, and worries. With a warm heart we settled down, and began to discuss resources, and plans for the next expedition. And the concerns that might be brought forth from them…
  3. Expedition Log 2 This was our second venture now into the unknown land brought to us by the strider. With an entirely different group, yet still with the same connections to the guild as previously before. With one muscular lad from the last group joining in with us again. Who knew had a desire to etch the markings of one rather towering, and impressive creature we had discovered this time. The expedition was a little shorter than our previous one, as we experienced first hand the prowess of the predators hunting within these lands. But I will get to that later. First off we gathered together to make sure we had all the equipment we needed, weapons, armour, food, and equipment. And then designated roles for everyone that was going to take part. Guard, Scout, and researchers. With our team of six set up and ready we headed back to the strider once more and began the process of travelling through the lands. Its a real bonding experience being cooped up in the giant carapass with your comrades for days on end. I'll tell you this. You learn things you never knew before. Like how moss can be rather giggly, the competitive spirit of cooks between a ame and a goblin, and the relaxed nature of the crew when we begin to make up games of word association to help pass the time. We landed back upon the island but found ourselves in a new spot that we haven’t been before. And saw the markings of a battle on the shores with dried blood and what appeared to be the scraping of some large beast against a tree. One of our members had issues waking up so we left them on the strider for their own safety as we reached the shore and began to advance after checking the blood. Intending to try and find our old camp to help us map the island, but just as we were doing that a powerful roar rippled through the land that for a moment made us think there was a dragon on this very land. Cautious now, but with our goal of research in mind we began to venture forward to investigate the source. Not surprisingly then the travel was long, the light flowed in and out as the roar seemed to stretch further and further away. Something was happening on the island that was causing the beasts of the land to scatter and move about as birds flew high to avoid the cause. During our trip we managed to discover our old camp that we had vacated with our supplies when returning home previously. With that discovery we knew where we were in the land and could plan ahead for that. But first! We needed to find the source of that noise and document it. And discover it we did, a creature I would later document to be ‘Crimson Spite’, with red scales with a slight purple shine to them that appeared to be standing over the remains of a beast they had been hunting and had slain. One of the creatures was acting as look out, watching the lands around it while the other feasted on the meat they had. We dove into the bush and began to hide to not draw attention to ourselves, but it did appear that some of the noise we made attracted its attention as the scout looked upon our direction. Though thankfully we didn’t disturb them enough to break the path of nature they were trodding. They appeared to have powerful, but small jaws compared to their body, and a strong tail that looked capable of striking with small claws resting under the top of their body to grab hold of things. Wandering a closer inspection of what was going on we slowly crept closer within the bush. Gathering our wits about us and attempting to conceal our forms and our approach as much as possible as we clung to the flora that was acting as a rather impressive coverage for us. Allowing us to go undetected to our advantage. It was in this advantage that we were able to get a closer inspection of the creatures, seeing the gleam of their scales, and the hint of their prowess that they would fight with. Not entirely sure on what use the spokes that appeared to be on their back might have, but a guess was held that they were a form of protection from attack themselves. A thought of what nature of creatures would hunt such large beasts we couldn’t imagine at the moment. In the peaceful moment we began to sketch their forms and discuss the potential of the creatures and what traits they might have that we have yet to witness. It was of course, at this point that a powerful roar, the true source of the call we had felt piercing through the entire land, revealed itself as a massive titan of a beast began to charge across the land. Massive jaws of powerful fangs out stretched and small claws ready to grasp and rake through flesh as it charged with a frenzied hunger towards the predators. We were shocked for a moment and the young adventurous lad of our group was struck with awe and wanted to mark himself with the appearance of its form. It was here that our missing member of our crew had caught up to us, soaking wet but we didn’t have time to question why that was as they drew up their shield upon their arm and lined up against one of our green members. Hood and goggles observing them and allowing them to blend in rather well. Though I think she was more awed by what we had discovered, or perhaps a little frightened with how quickly she dove into cover at our mossy girl's word. But I can’t say I would have done any different. It didn’t take the beast long to reach the others with its powerful legs and talons dragging it through the earth with speed. If that creature had been chasing us we would have had no chance to escape without using the flora, and trees to slow down its charge with its single minded rush. At this point creatures that were hiding in the bush around us began to flee, creatures we didn’t even notice. A practical stampede of smaller creatures running by us to escape the area of what appeared to be a forming battle between titans. We witnessed the large creature that I named Ravaging Stalker with its sheer furious primal nature, but also its black scales that would no doubt allow it to slip out of focus and ambush predators if its size and own quick fury didn’t reveal itself. It took only a few breathes of awe before it spread across the valley that we were in and were upon them. Jaws latching upon the throat, yet the creature didn’t appear to use its talons. Preferring to use its jaws entirely for the attack. It tore into the throat of the beast that had just been feasting and quickly brought it low to the ground with an impact that almost shook the ground with the strength of it. The downed and pained beast let out a wail, and that was when the battle switched. As smaller creatures with the same scales as the larger two dove out of the bush and began to clammer upon the ravaging beast's body, clawing at its flesh and rendering into its form as they mounted its side and back and the beast wasn’t able to shake them off. Letting out the roar we heard before. But this time we were close enough to feel its full force against it, bursting our eardrums and leaving us deaf for a moment as a ringing rattled through our heads. With a quick order by the motion of hands we began to retreat from the brush to the cover of the trees as this battle continued to wage on, not wanting to be in direct view of the many creatures should they decide that we too were a threat. Especially with the numbers that we were witnessing among them and the solo predator that was having difficulty dealing with their numbers. They were making surprisingly quick work and the larger beast was growing rapidly weaker as we documented the battle. It was at that point we realised that we shouldn’t linger on, and began to retreat from the battle we were witnessing. But long enough to witness the standing large beast of the creatures spitting out a crimson ichor upon the wound of its pack's neck, which either had some kind of healing property or stopped the wound from bleeding. We did not remain to witness which. As we pulled back another ear piercing roar shook our heads with ringing, but that didn’t stop us from feeling the earth tremble or hear the triumph of the creatures that had downed what had appeared to be an apex predator. Truly a reminder that packs are much more dangerous than one powerful beast, by number alone they are able to overwhelm even a creature of that magnitude. Checking over the information we had all gathered as the rain began to fall over us once more. Making us just as wet as the lass that had rejoined us we decided to head back to camp and gather everything we had before we would return home. Especially with most creatures having already fled the land, there wasn’t much we were going to discover in a barren surrounding where everything had gone to cover. But truly… This land was showing itself to be a truly beautiful, yet fearsome land of nature.
  4. Expedition Log 1 Plans had been made since the news of a large expedition force venturing out to seek out new lands, where three other expeditions had already failed, had reached the ears of the guild. Plans to make sure that nature wasn’t being harmed, that the balance wasn't twisted by unknown means, and threats were not in place. That had been our main purpose, but there was also a general interest in exploration and research of the unknown flora and fauna that we didn’t know about resting on our shoulders. Gathering up our team, formed from friends of our adventure guild Taelu’Avernan and our members. It was a nice, solid team of nine members. Gathering up on our horses, direwolves, and various mounts we began the journey to the strider that would be acting as our transportation to the destination. It was interesting to see the striders that we saw from the seed of Norvayn outside of the forest, it truly gave an impressive sight and an imposing impression to their towering size. Climbing the ladder up to reach the top of its carpass had been nerve racking, I ain’t going to lie about that. Nothing like a tree where you have multiple branches to reach out to to begin to scale. Just an endless drop everywhere around with only the wobbly, ricket ladder balanced to the side of its form to scale up with. I would have been more comfortable climbing the creature's legs! But we managed to get up there. And I’m not going to pretend that I was happy when we had gotten inside of the carapace where a little dwelling had been set up for long travel. A travel that took many days longer than I had expected, especially with the sheer scale of the striders movements, night falling over our group and the light of the moon glistening down into the carpass that we had formed our nest in . When we eventually made it the destination, eating and growing the melons that were growing on the back of the shell and having some sugar cane water to keep us energised, we descended down the creatures legs to the green fields below us. Checking that we had everything with us and that everyone was ready for what we might encounter before the heavily armoured folks were sent to the front on my order to act as a guard for our more research inclined individuals as we began to step forward. Again it was impressive to see how long we were able to keep the strider in our vision as we grew further and further away. The crew began to head towards the mountain to get an eagle view of the surroundings, to try and spot anything unusual within these lands. As heavy rain began to descend upon the crew as the sun began to rise up within the heavens and spread over the group. It was a slog pushing through the mud that was starting to gather around their feet through the plains that were open before them as they began to reach the bottom of the mountain and begin to scale. Slowly, but surely, up the mountain surface itself. It was a difficult climb, with several slipping as we tried to find a right path to get up upon the cliff itself. The original group we had started with slipping away as we aided each other, scaling up the mountain one by one through the thick downpour of rain until we all had safely reached the horizon of the mountain. One by one, each and every one of us arrived and took a moment to take stock, and breathe. Ensuring that everyone had made it safely. We took shelter, allowing the rain to pass us under the shelter of the trees that made up the mountain top before we continued on. The light of the day having passed as the creep of darkness having once more began to enshroud us as a unearthly cry of pain rippled through us as we found, not a end to the mountain. But a thick foliage that covered the mountain top. And a deer, tall in stature that it towered over us, with a strange green mist that seemed to surround it. Its quick retreat came to a stop as it found us within its path. Focusing upon us. The front line moved to keep a protective stance while the drui reached out towards it, trying to speak…only to be met with an unnerving silence. The glistening colour of shamrock surrounded it, and we tried to figure out what to do. But they didn’t appear to be hostile, nor did we feel anything unnatural about them which was even more confusing. But before we could make a move of action the beast leaped back into the foliage. And after a moment of discussion we continued on, trying to see if we could find their tracks that would lead them to them. And indeed, we followed their tracks. But ended up following where they had been, not where they were going. As the night began to pass and the thick foliage of the jungle we had stepped into that was on the back of the mountainside itself filled its view before us. Having lost their tracks, and not wishing to backtrack for anymore hours, we continued on the path we were on. Finding the edge of the mountain and allowing us to peer down to find the source of the screeching wails. We could only see the thick tail of the large croc-like creature as it lashed out within the foliage, appearing to be hiding its form as it screamed. The group had discussed and planned to move on, and let nature take its course on what appeared to be a wounded creature when one of our members broke rank and ran down the mountain. Lighting up their sword in a glowing blaze of light as they called to arms. While ignoring the cries of the rest of the expedition to call the halt. The vanguard began to move after them and the rest of us began to follow suit once we realised the danger. Reaching the bottom of the mountain we began to see the true state of the creature. Its front legs appeared to be no more, the strange glowing green aura of the deer dancing on the remains of the stumps while their eyes had appeared to be burned. Making the beast blind. There was no saving them at that state even if we wished too. The charging warrior of our group was knocked to the side and onto their butt by the massive creature, thankfully unharmed, and there we were able to convince them to leave the poor beast before its cries called its brethren and we would be attacked by the protective kin of theirs. The fact that we were not able to speak to the animals here, proved again when tested, and even the paladin arts could not reach out to calm the creatures here left more of a perplexed feeling of the nature of this place as we moved on. We continued on. And found the jungle suddenly…stopped. As if the land had cut off. Not making any sense as we found a dirt covered wasteland before us and three large, horned slugs turning to face us within the land stretch of land. And a single fallen structure that we moved towards to investigate. Because. Wood. When nothing was found on the odd structure that was sitting alone in this wasteland, besides what appeared to be the hint of a dirt home that was starting to be built by someone, we moved to investigate the slugs that we would soon name Thill, by the shroom of our groups own lips after a moment of discussion over the name. The dry slugs appeared to be passive in nature, gentle in spirit. With no eyes to see they senses the air through two large noses that they sniffed our researching crew with and inspected them. When offered a potato they sniffed it, and changed to the colour of green. And when sniffing meat they changed to the colour of purple. Sniffing out a black ichor upon the ground around the food that went tested proved to be a powerful acid that melted it. We suspected that was what they did with their food. Their pack members also appeared to be protective of the slug we were checking. A passive, close nit and colourful creature. But with a powerful digestive acid that melted everything it touched by star steel. Not wishing to bother the creatures too much. We moved to walk over the edge of a crevice that split the land after taking notes and continued on our path. Finding an abandoned camp with a few animals that were around it. Perhaps a remnant of one of the previous expeditions that had been here. But there were no notes or anything to investigate at the camp. So we moved on. After taking a breath break at the camp. Resting our weary legs and having a breather. Feeding on one of the animals that were dwelling near the camp by our green skinned moss companion we began to trek down the mountain we had found ourselves on once more. And low and behold…we found ourselves spotting what appeared to be a mages tower sitting on the middle of a lake when we were climbing down the hill! We headed down to take a closer look. And found no entrance into the tower that we could pass safely with a unknown threat within, and the tents that scattered around that showed a hint of a dwelling to this place were left empty. We continued on, making a note of this location to investigate at a closer depth at a later date. Marking down in a sketch the structure and its surroundings so we could find them. But by this point, our forms were growing weary. Several of our members had already laid their heads down to rest and fell into a slumber and were being carried on our backs. It was time for us to get a proper rest. We found that by the sound of a trickling brook, a water source that flowed with a slow stream through the land. Setting down those already sleeping we set up our tents, and laid ourselves down to rest. Under the soft warm glow of the sun.
  5. [!] A rather worn piece of parchment with faded golden streaks lining the edges. As I sit upon this ledge, my gaze set upon the horizon. Bouncing back and forth between the stars, constantly pondering what's next to come. What is next for me? A lonely Paladin who constantly wonders what is to come the following day. What battles lie in front of not only myself but the communities I live within? What comes next for the Vale? What comes next for the Paladins of Xan? Even what comes next for Haense or even that of Oren? I sit here ‘pon my ledge, the years are slowly catching up with me. My reflexes slow, I grow with more wisdom than strength these days but am not afraid to put a young one in their place. Perhaps the following day will be my last, perhaps yet another thirty years to go. Either way, all I take is one step at a time, take a little bit through my day to watch the sky touch the ocean, watch the stars rise then fall, the moon taking the place of the shining sun then vice versa. Day in and day out, always the same and different. I am just an aging man, forever cursed by Horen with a shortened life span. I’ve lived a rather decent life, some I wish I could go back and change, alter how my actions and decisions affected the outcome of certain circumstances. There is nothing I can do to change the past, all I can do is take it, and use it as a mold for the future. For now, all I do is be thankful to wake up each and every day, perhaps even live it like it’s my last day. As I grow old, the gray overtakes the blonde more and more, my eyes grow heavy, and my face shows my age and battle-scarred visage. But that is only the surface and well, that is all some need to know. Their father, lover, son and grandson, friend, he is one who only shows what needs to be shown, for what lies deeper shall remain hidden until the time is right. When that time may be, is still unknown. Alas, here I sit ‘pon my ledge, my gaze dancing along with the stars to the unknown. Is it truly unknown or must we wait until our forever slumber arrives to fully know and understand what our lives truly meant to those around us? Upon the ledge, a graying man sits alone with a quill held tightly between his thumb and pointer, a journal resting atop his lap. Days in and day out, the old can be spotted, lost in his thoughts and the world around, drowning out the conversations, the sounds of nature ringing through his ears. Word after word, page after page, until the book was full then a subtle SNAP, the quill lay in two, falling to the pond below. For that old man dare not move from his ledge, for he would rather not be seen nor heard at times, merely listening from a distance. Oddly enough, this has been left unsigned, it could be that of just an old man's rambles...
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