Entry 69: Chased by birds
Dear Diary,
The next morning, we didn’t waste time with breakfast. The air was warm, the sky washed in that never-ending fey dusk—neither day nor night, just golden in-between. With a whisper of command, our feymounts surged forward, hooves tearing across the open grasslands. We rode hard, due east, chasing the fading line of horizon where Whitewail waited like a ghost on the edge of memory.
The landscape flew past, a blur beneath our mounts’ swift strides. The grasslands, once slow and difficult to cross on foot, parted easily for them—fluid, almost welcoming. I leaned into Liliana, her steady presence grounding me against the strange perfection of the world around us.
After a while, the green of the fields began to dull—first to a sunbaked orange, then a deeper brown, until at last the land wore a cloak of gold. The transition was subtle but constant, like the turning of a leaf under a warm hand. Riding through that golden sea beneath a sky frozen in eternal summer twilight did something strange to the senses. Time felt like a forgotten thing.
That’s when we started noticing them.
Tiny orange flowers peeked from the grass—at first a scatter, then a wave. Their petals shimmered faintly, like they held their own little piece of the sun. And dancing between them were creatures that looked like hummingbirds, but weren’t. Their wings glittered like stained glass, shaped more like butterfly wings than feathers, and their long needle-like beaks gleamed with unnatural sharpness.
We barely slowed as we passed them. They followed.
At first, we assumed they were curious—drawn by the scent of magic or the rhythmic thunder of hooves. We didn’t give them much thought. Fey creatures and weird beauty were part of the daily norm by now.
But we were wrong.
The shift came suddenly. One moment the flowers were orange, and the next—red. Vivid, pulsing red, like drops of blood blooming across the golden field. And as soon as the birds crossed into that red-flowered stretch, they burst—not in gore, but in a brilliant flash of light and feathers, as if they’d shattered into sparks.
We pulled up short, startled.
Then the feathers began to twist, curling inward, shaping something new.
From each floating cloud, a new bird emerged—larger, sleeker, still shimmer-winged, but unmistakably changed. The air around them buzzed with barely contained magic, and something in their glinting eyes hinted at awareness. Not sentient exactly, but not mindless either.
They hovered, watching us.
Then they followed.
And this time, it didn’t feel like curiosity.
It felt like purpose.
We should’ve been more cautious—should’ve read the signs. But our eyes were fixed on the horizon, on Whitewail, and we let our guard slip. When the next shift came, it was just as sudden as the last. The bright red flowers bled into a rich, bruised purple. The moment we crossed that invisible threshold, it happened again.
A flash. A rush of feathers and color. And where the starlings had once flown, there now hovered fey owls. Silent. Watchful. And massive.
Their wings shimmered like gossamer veils, patterned like butterflies, but their round eyes held none of the wonder. Just empty curiosity.
Liliana reined in our mount, raising a hand in greeting. “Hello?” she called, her voice calm, maybe even hopeful.
Nothing.
Gael tried next, asking if we were trespassing, if we’d somehow offended the land. Still silence. The owls blinked slowly, their heads tilting just enough to be unsettling.
I reached out with my mind, extending a thread of thought toward them on a hunch I’d hoped to be wrong about.
But no—there was no spark of higher thought. Just instinct. Simple, hungry curiosity.
Animals. Strange, magical ones. But animals nonetheless.
We kept riding, though unease clung to our shoulders like a second cloak. Eventually fatigue started creeping in, and we looked for a place to make camp.
Unfortunately, we’d just passed through another barrier.
The owl swarm had mostly roosted, settling among the purple flowers in eerie silence. But four of them had followed, drifting above like sentries. When they crossed the invisible line, they didn’t just change—they transformed.
They exploded, like before—but this time they didn’t come back with delicate wings or silent stares.
They came back as monsters.
Massive owls, eyes burning red, feathers sharp as blades, and wings wide enough to blot out the stars. And now their curiosity was gone—replaced with hunger.
We fought fast and hard. The four beasts were vicious, clawing and screeching, but we held our ground. Until the stirges came.
They burst from the underbrush in a screeching cloud of bloodlust, drawn by the chaos. Suddenly we were in the middle of a three-dimensional battlefield—air thick with wings, claws, and stingers. Everything was noise and movement.
Then I saw it. In the distance. The rest of the owl swarm—dozens strong—had taken flight. And they were coming straight for us.
Luke and I didn’t hesitate. We let loose fire and radiance, wave after wave of magic carving through the sky. Most of the owls fell, the others scattered, wings smoldering.
And then the real nightmare rose from the flowers.
It started as a sound—an angry, echoing roar that didn’t belong in any bird’s throat. A storm of birds shot upward, spiraling into the sky before twisting into a shape. Not a creature, not really. A face. Huge, made of countless tiny birds, screeching with rage. A claw formed next, stretching toward us, sweeping low over the ground like a scythe made of wings.
“Go!” I shouted, scrambling back onto the goat as Liliana spurred it forward. We galloped east, the land rushing beneath us, that living storm roaring behind. Every time it crossed one of the invisible seasonal barriers, it grew. The birds changed—larger, faster, more brutal with every transformation.
But we were faster.
I pointed at the landscape ahead of us, a mirage of twisted terrain and flickering shadow. We steered out mounts into the illusionary terrain. The birds, confused by the trick, veered off course—vanishing into the dusk beyond.
We didn’t stop until the last sound of wingbeats faded into silence.
Finally hidden, finally safe, we dismounted and collapsed into what barely passed for camp. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. We’d earned this sliver of peace.
For now.
Fifth "night" in the Neverhold
Morning crept in slow and cold, but we were already awake. Above us, dark shapes circled the sky—several of the massive birds still hunting, still searching for a glimpse of us beneath the shifting terrain. They hadn’t forgotten. They wouldn’t.
But then we saw it—salvation on the horizon. Whitewail.
A jagged, snow-covered mountain that rose like a broken blade from the earth. It dominated the eastern skyline, its white-capped peaks piercing the perpetual twilight of the Feywild. The sight of it filled us with new urgency.
We didn’t wait.
I cast quickly, weaving illusion and glamour over us and our feymounts. Our shapes shimmered, softened, and took on the shapes of the denizens of the Feywild—just enough to fool even a predator’s eye. Gael stayed behind for just a few heartbeats longer, summoning a wild distraction of thrashing vines and flickering lights that burst in every direction.
Then we ran.
Our mounts thundered over the fields, hooves tearing through the golden grass and scattered petals. For two long hours, we pushed forward. The landscape blurred, flowers bending beneath our speed, wind slicing at our cloaks. Behind us, the sky shrieked. The birds closed in again—wings outstretched, red eyes glinting like embers—but it was too late for them.
The moment we crossed the threshold into Whitewail, everything changed.
The golden fields vanished beneath a blanket of frost. Grass turned to snow. Warm air gave way to biting cold. And as if some ancient line had been drawn in the land itself, the flock stopped short.
With a final screech, they scattered—blown apart by a gust of winter wind that rose from the mountain’s base.
We slowed only when we were sure they weren’t following.
We’d made it.
Whitewail awaited.
Hayley's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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Entry one: The trials
07 Feb 2024 01:32:32
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Entry two: The bramble
14 Feb 2024 08:53:04
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Entry 3: Rosebloom
23 Feb 2024 12:59:16
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Entry 4: Hearts and Dreams
26 Feb 2024 02:35:57
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Entry 5: of ghosts and wolves
27 Feb 2024 03:13:42
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Entry 6: Hillfield and Deals with Fae
28 Feb 2024 01:42:09
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Entry 7: mysteries and pastries
10 Mar 2024 06:27:40
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Entry 8: The scarecrow ruse
6th of Lug, 121 Year of the Tree
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Entry 9: A betrayal of satyrs
7th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
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Entry 10: The fate of twins
8th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
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Entry 11: Cursed twins
10th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
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Entry 12: Loss and despair
11th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
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Hayley's rules to being a Witch
22 Apr 2024 03:26:28
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Entry 13: the price of safety
12th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
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Entry 14: A golden cage and fiery tower
13th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
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Entry 15: A trial by fire
14th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
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Entry 16: Keralon
15th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
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Letter to Luke 1
15 May 2024 07:04:31
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Letter to Luke 2
15 May 2024 10:13:52
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Letter to Luke 3
15 May 2024 10:15:10
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Letter to Luke 4
15 May 2024 10:16:03
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Letter to Luke 5
15 May 2024 10:17:19
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Letter to Luke 6
15 May 2024 10:17:51
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Entry 17: I shall wear midnight
1st of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 18: peace in our time
2nd of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 19: Caern Fussil falls
3rd of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 20: I see fire
4th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 21: Cultists twarted
10th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 22: Ravensfield
14th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 23: The Hollow Hill Horror
15th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 24: Burn your village
16th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 25: Ravensfield burns
17th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 26: There will be blood!
21st of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 27: A happy reunion
22nd of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 28: The embassy ball
23rd of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 29: The fate of Robert Talespinner
24th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 30: A royal summons
28th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 31: of Dogville and Geese
29th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 32: A boggle named Pim
30th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 33: A deal broken
1st of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 34: The cost of doing what is right
2nd of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 35: A dish best served cold
9th of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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entry 36: Cornu returns?
10th of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 37: A letter from Amarra
11th of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 38: The case of the (not) missing villagers
14th of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 39: A curse broken
15th of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 40: Into the Lorewood
18th of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 41: Cabin in the Woods
19th of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 42: Myrdin and Anaya
20th of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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Entry 43: Into the Immerglade
21st of Aran, 127 Era of the Tree
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Entry 44: A tale as old as time
22nd of Aran, 127 Era of the Tree
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Entry 45: The truth
23rd of Aran, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 46: Luke's Ordeal
24th of Aran, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 47: The festival
26th of Aran, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 48: Trouble at the Cathedral
2nd of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 49: Quinn's court
4th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 50: onwards to Latebra Velora
5th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 51: Where is my cow?
6th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 52: Here be dragons
7th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 53: Dragon hoard with a side of scarabs
8th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 54: Leave the basilisks alone
9th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 55: Return to Ravensfield
10th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 56: The needs of the many...
11th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 57: Dreams of Sister Willow
12th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 58: wetlands be wet
13th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 59: Baron Perenolde
14th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 60: Talebra Velora and the lady Morenthene
15th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 61: Cypria
16th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 62: Dragon takes Knight
17th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 63: Return to Talebra Velora
18th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 64: Your presence is “requested”
19th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 65: I stand alone
20th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 66: A day of normalcy
21th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 67: Into the Neverhold
22nd of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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Entry 68: The Warg King
20 May 2025 04:22:52
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Entry 69: Chased by birds
22 May 2025 04:13:14
07 Feb 2024 01:32:32
14 Feb 2024 08:53:04
23 Feb 2024 12:59:16
26 Feb 2024 02:35:57
27 Feb 2024 03:13:42
28 Feb 2024 01:42:09
10 Mar 2024 06:27:40
6th of Lug, 121 Year of the Tree
7th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
8th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
10th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
11th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
22 Apr 2024 03:26:28
12th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
13th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
14th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
15th of Lug, 121 year of the Tree
15 May 2024 07:04:31
15 May 2024 10:13:52
15 May 2024 10:15:10
15 May 2024 10:16:03
15 May 2024 10:17:19
15 May 2024 10:17:51
1st of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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14th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
15th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
16th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
17th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
21st of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
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23rd of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
24th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
28th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
29th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
30th of Nuan, 126 Era of the Tree
1st of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
2nd of Aran, 126 Era of the Tree
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23rd of Aran, 128 Era of the Tree
24th of Aran, 128 Era of the Tree
26th of Aran, 128 Era of the Tree
2nd of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
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21th of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
22nd of Brigan, 128 Era of the Tree
20 May 2025 04:22:52
22 May 2025 04:13:14
The major events and journals in Hayley's history, from the beginning to today.
Entry 69: Chased by birds
Dear Diary, The next morning, we didn’t waste time with breakfast. The air was warm, the sky washed in that never-ending fey dusk—neither day nor night, just golden in-between. With a whisper of command, our feymounts surged forward, hooves tearing...
04:16 pm - 22.05.2025Session 52: a royal welcome
04:24 pm - 21.05.2025Session 52: a royal welcome
04:24 pm - 21.05.2025Entry 68: The Warg King
Dear diary, “Morning,” I guess—though it could have been midnight or midday. Alistan reported over breakfast that during the night he had watched a snowfront sweep across the landscape, dragging winter behind it like a curtain drawn shut. The sea...
04:30 pm - 20.05.2025Session 51: Ice Palace
05:39 pm - 17.05.2025Session 51: Ice Palace
05:39 pm - 17.05.2025Entry 67: Into the Neverhold
Dear Diary, The next morning greeted us with the smell of heaven—eggs frying, bread fresh from the oven, bacon crisping just right. Dynia had outdone herself, as if she’d poured all her care and worry into the meal. The table groaned beneath the ...
08:17 pm - 12.05.2025Entry 66: A day of normalcy
Dear Diary, Breakfast was brief and quiet. Too quiet. I barely touched my food. The weight in my stomach wasn’t hunger; it was frustration. Disappointment still hung over me like a stormcloud, thick and sour. I wasn’t ready to talk to the others. N...
05:41 pm - 08.05.2025Session 50: A flight of owls
08:24 pm - 07.05.2025Session 50: A flight of owls
08:24 pm - 07.05.2025Entry 65: I stand alone
Dear Diary, We wasted no time the next morning. Every step toward Keralon felt heavier than the last, weighed down by a creeping sense of unease. None of us said it aloud, but the question hung unspoken between us: what exactly were we walking into? ...
03:20 pm - 06.05.2025Session 49: the wolf king
07:58 pm - 30.04.2025Session 49: the wolf king
07:58 pm - 30.04.2025Entry 64: Your presence is “requested”
Dear Diary, We were up before the sun had fully risen, crowding around a half-eaten breakfast, restless and eager to be on our way. Every heartbeat felt like a drum pounding in my ears, a constant reminder that time was slipping through our fingers—a...
06:56 pm - 26.04.2025Entry 63: Return to Talebra Velora
Dear Diary, We pushed onward at the break of dawn, the sky barely tinged with light. The road stretched before us, long and heavy with silence. Each of us was trapped in our own thoughts, but my eyes kept flicking back to Liliana and Alistan. They wore...
06:12 pm - 26.04.2025Session 48: the seasons of hall
09:17 pm - 22.04.2025Session 48: the seasons of hall
09:17 pm - 22.04.2025Session 47: The long way round
09:12 pm - 22.04.2025Session 47: The long way round
09:12 pm - 22.04.2025Entry 62: Dragon takes Knight
Dear Diary, Over breakfast, Alistan shared some of what had been discussed during his nighttime flight with Cypria. Most of it revolved around her former rider—her companion from a time long past—and the lance he once wielded. The very same lance t...
08:16 pm - 19.04.2025Entry 61: Cypria
Dear Diary, That morning we departed from Talebra Velora, heading west along the same winding paths that had brought us here only days ago. Back through moss-covered groves and sun-dappled forest. Back toward the bridge. Back toward the encampment of t...
05:35 pm - 19.04.2025Entry 60: Talebra Velora and the lady Voratim
Dear diary, Not long after we broke camp and set out toward Talebra Velora, we passed the place where Alistan had faced Baron Perenolde. We expected to find the new champion of the Black Knight—perhaps already practicing for his next duel or preparin...
05:03 pm - 12.04.2025Session 46: A dreadful summons
03:04 am - 10.04.2025Session 46: A dreadful summons
03:04 am - 10.04.2025Session 45: A camp of death
07:55 pm - 02.04.2025Session 45: A camp of death
07:55 pm - 02.04.2025Entry 59: Baron Perenolde
Dear diary, The next morning, we continued alongside the edge of the forest. By midday, the scent of smoke drifted through the air—faint but unmistakable. A campfire. We turned in its direction. Soon, the murmur of rushing water reached our ears. The...
09:20 pm - 01.04.2025Entry 58: wetlands be wet
Dear diary, Morning came. As the others packed up, I turned toward the altar—and froze. A doll sat there. Not just any doll. The same doll I had seen in my dream. The one I had carried as a child. Somehow, Sister Willow had returned it to me. I step...
07:10 pm - 26.03.2025Entry 57: Dreams of Sister Willow
Dear Diary, I woke feeling more refreshed than I had in a long time. That night, I had dreamed—vividly. The trees had been filled with ravens and crows, their dark eyes watching over me in silent vigil. The moon behind them cast long shadows—not om...
04:20 pm - 26.03.2025Entry 56: The needs of the many...
Dear diary, Before leaving the charred ruins of Ravensfield, we made a brief detour into the Lorewood, clinging to the faint hope that we might find Raynis—our former companion—somehow drawn back to familiar ground. But when we reached his old camp...
04:27 pm - 21.03.2025Entry 55: Return to Ravensfield
Dear diary, At dawn, we bid farewell to the villagers and turned our horses north, setting our sights on Latebra Velora. With the disease eradicated and the second elemental gem safely tucked in Luke’s bag, our spirits were high. The road stretched a...
03:19 pm - 21.03.2025Entry 54: Leave the basilisks alone
Dear diary, After a long, uncomfortable night on the cavern’s cold, unforgiving floor, we gathered in the dim glow of our lanterns to discuss our next move. Did we try to negotiate with the Xorn, hoping it held the gems we needed to unlock the bar...
03:08 pm - 21.03.2025Session 44: To accept a challenge
06:58 pm - 19.03.2025Session 44: To accept a challenge
06:58 pm - 19.03.2025Session 43: The Old Ways
06:57 pm - 19.03.2025Session 43: The Old Ways
06:57 pm - 19.03.2025entry 53: Dragon hoard with a side of scarabs
Dear Diary, After an unexpectedly peaceful night, we set out at dawn, moving cautiously toward the towering rock formation where the wyverns were said to roost. As we neared the base, we spotted several winged creatures circling high above, but at this...
06:00 pm - 16.03.2025Entry 52: Here be dragons
Dear Diary, After a long and hearty breakfast, we set off toward the forest west of the village, the hunt for the wyverns finally beginning. The journey took most of the day, the sun carving a slow arc through the sky as we traveled. The forest that gr...
05:23 pm - 16.03.2025Session 42: The Acid Fane
06:18 pm - 06.03.2025Session 42: The Acid Fane
06:18 pm - 06.03.2025Entry 51: Where is my cow?
Dear Diary, So, instead of continuing north to Latebra Velora, we veered west the next morning, toward the afflicted villages. Before long, the landscape shifted—rolling fields and pastures stretched before us, dotted with the very livestock we had h...
11:31 pm - 02.03.2025Entry 51: Where is my cow?
Dear Diary, So, instead of continuing north to Latebra Velora, we veered west the next morning, toward the afflicted villages. Before long, the landscape shifted—rolling fields and pastures stretched before us, dotted with the very livestock we had h...
11:29 pm - 02.03.2025Session 41: Oathward Keep
09:01 pm - 25.02.2025Session 41: Oathward Keep
09:01 pm - 25.02.2025Session 40: A rising threat
05:44 pm - 25.02.2025Session 40: A rising threat
05:44 pm - 25.02.2025Entry 50: onwards to Latebra Velora
Dear Diary, The morning after our visit to the fey court, we were finally ready to depart for Latebra Velora. As the others prepared, I took the time to check on my people, ensuring they knew we would be gone for quite a while—ten days’ travel one ...
10:30 pm - 24.02.2025Entry 49: Quinn's court
Dear Diary, With two days to wait until the full moon and our long-awaited chance to visit the local fey court, I spent the time wisely. Knowing we’d be leaving Wolf’s Rest for a while, I made my rounds—checking in on the people of Ravensfield, a...
10:15 pm - 10.02.2025Entry 48: Trouble at the Cathedral
Dear Diary, A week had passed since the festival, and I had barely stopped to catch my breath. The morning after, Fiachna returned with news—the mercenaries who had attacked our keep were on the move, heading north. They had spent the night at a...
07:41 pm - 08.02.2025Session 39: Moonlight encounters
02:31 pm - 07.02.2025Session 39: Moonlight encounters
02:31 pm - 07.02.2025Session 38: Friends come to call
03:47 pm - 30.01.2025Session 38: Friends come to call
03:47 pm - 30.01.2025Entry 47: The festival
Dear Diary, Today was the day—the festival that would mark our official rule over Dogville, or rather, Wolf’s Rest, as it would now be known. The others were practically vibrating with excitement, but I couldn’t quite muster the same enthusiasm. ...
06:15 pm - 29.01.2025Session 37: battle of the bards
08:04 pm - 22.01.2025Session 37: battle of the bards
08:04 pm - 22.01.2025Entry 42: Myrdin and Anaya
Dear Diary, Of course, my instincts had been spot on. Not long after we’d settled into uneasy sleep, Liliana and Dadroz’s cries shattered the night. The hobgoblins were on the move, slipping into position with the deadly precision of trained soldie...
01:48 pm - 14.01.2025Entry 46: Luke's Ordeal
Dear Diary, The warmth of sunlight streaming through my window stirred me awake, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, I woke up truly rested. My bed, soft and familiar, had never felt so luxurious. Outside, the cheerful song of the bir...
01:45 pm - 14.01.2025Session 34: The Princess and the Dragon
10:13 pm - 13.01.2025Session 34: The Princess and the Dragon
10:13 pm - 13.01.2025Session 35: Conjurer's Hall
10:13 pm - 13.01.2025Session 35: Conjurer's Hall
10:12 pm - 13.01.2025Session 36: The festival
10:12 pm - 13.01.2025Session 36: The festival
10:12 pm - 13.01.2025Session 33: Immerglade
10:12 pm - 13.01.2025Session 33: Immerglade
10:12 pm - 13.01.2025Session 32: Lost once more
10:12 pm - 13.01.2025Session 32: Lost once more
10:12 pm - 13.01.2025Entry 45: The truth
Dear Diary, Morning arrived with a quiet hum, the kind of stillness that felt like the world holding its breath. Dlardrageth returned, his silvered form gleaming faintly in the early light. His expression was softer, contemplative. “I communed with Q...
12:45 pm - 09.01.2025Entry 44: A tale as old as time
Dear Diary, The next morning, we woke to the gentle rustle of leaves and the faint hum of life in the Immerglade. The hammocks Yarnspinner had spun for us swayed slightly in the breeze, their silken threads glinting faintly in the light. But Yarnspinne...
02:56 pm - 06.01.2025Entry 43: Into the Immerglade
Dear Diary, The next morning, we bid farewell to the Naga, its glowing eyes lingering on us as we packed up our camp and prepared to leave. Part of me expected Luke to have given in to his insatiable curiosity during the night, sneaking into the cave t...
09:11 pm - 03.01.2025Entry 42: Myrdin and Anaya
Dear Diary, Of course, my instincts had been spot on. Not long after we’d settled into uneasy sleep, Liliana and Dadroz’s cries shattered the night. The hobgoblins were on the move, slipping into position with the deadly precision of trained soldie...
04:38 pm - 19.12.2024Entry 41: Cabin in the Woods
Dear Diary, The woods embraced us with their familiar silence as we set up camp for the night, the crackling fire our only company under a sky littered with stars. Morning came quickly, and after a hearty breakfast that warmed us from the inside out, w...
02:47 pm - 19.12.2024Entry 40: Into the Lorewood
Dear diary, The morning after the curse was lifted, Meredith approached us with payment for our services. While a few among us hesitated, the truth was undeniable—we had come to Marsh’s Fury to help, but also to earn. Refusing the reward would have...
04:16 pm - 08.12.2024Entry 39: A curse broken
Dear diary, The decision was made quickly—if the marsh held the answers, that’s where we were headed. With the village acting stranger by the hour, every moment spent idle felt like a wasted one. The villagers’ odd behavior, especially their nigh...
12:59 pm - 08.12.2024Entry 38: The case of the (not) missing villagers
Dear diary, With our coffers running dangerously low after the resurrections and the costs of acquiring the village, Gael suggested we make a trip to Keralon to consult our respective knightly orders for bounties. Honestly, I’d nearly forgotten that ...
05:07 pm - 07.12.2024Session 31: Tommen's secret
08:11 pm - 21.11.2024Session 31: Tommen's secret
08:11 pm - 21.11.2024Entry 37: A letter from Amarra
Dear diary, This morning, most of us woke up recharged and ready to face the world—except for the DeLaRoost twins, who still seemed weighed down by the lingering chill of our encounter with Mother Alma. At least, for the first time since moving here,...
06:31 pm - 18.11.2024entry 36: Cornu returns?
Dear Diary, The morning began with an unsettling revelation over breakfast. Alistan, between sips of lukewarm tea, mentioned a strange dream he’d had about Cornu. A chill settled over the table as we each realized we’d shared the exact same vision....
05:37 pm - 18.11.2024Session 30: Marsh's Fury
07:43 pm - 15.11.2024Session 30: Marsh's Fury
07:43 pm - 15.11.2024Session 29: The call of the marsh
07:41 pm - 15.11.2024Session 29: The call of the marsh
07:41 pm - 15.11.2024Entry 35: A dish best served cold
Dear diary, A week passed since the brutal night that had shaken the keep and stolen two of our own. Our first mission after the attack was clear: we pooled every coin we had and took Gael and Dadroz’s bodies to the temple, determined to see them res...
03:36 pm - 07.11.2024The cost of doing what is right (entry 34)
Dear Diary, This morning, I woke with a pounding headache, the remnants of unsettling nightmares clinging to me like cobwebs. As I stumbled downstairs after trying to shake the discomfort away, I noticed Alistan and Liliana sitting at the table, lookin...
05:57 pm - 24.10.2024Session 28: Running to Mother
03:11 am - 23.10.2024Session 28: Running to Mother
03:11 am - 23.10.2024A deal broken (entry 33)
Dear Diary, As we sat down for breakfast, it became clear that something was wrong with Alistan. His face was pale, and dark circles sat heavily beneath his eyes. He looked as though he hadn't slept well at all. It was the second night in a row that on...
01:08 pm - 22.10.2024Session 27: More than one court
12:35 am - 16.10.2024Session 27: More than one court
06:05 pm - 15.10.2024Entry 32: A boggle named Pim
Dear diary, During breakfast, it became clear that Liliana hadn't had the best night—she looked even paler than usual, her already fair complexion drained of color. She dismissed it casually, blaming something she ate the night before and assuring us...
02:52 pm - 13.10.2024Session 26: Dealing with a deal
07:42 pm - 09.10.2024Session 26: Dealing with a deal
07:42 pm - 09.10.2024Session 26: Dealing with a deal
07:42 pm - 09.10.2024Entry 31: of Dogville and Geese
Dear diary, It was early morning, the day after the palace party, when a messenger knocked on our door. He carried a summons from Nordic, the royal administrator, requesting us to meet him at the old keep in Dogville by noon. There, he promised to give...
12:58 pm - 08.10.2024Entry 31: of Dogville and Geese
Dear diary, It was early morning, the day after the palace party, when a messenger knocked on our door. He carried a summons from Nordic, the royal administrator, requesting us to meet him at the old keep in Dogville by noon. There, he promised to give...
02:12 pm - 07.10.2024Session 25: Nobles and Knights
02:38 am - 02.10.2024Session 25: Nobles and Knights
06:09 pm - 01.10.2024Entry 30: A royal summons
Dear diary, A few days had slipped by since the chaos at the embassy, giving us just enough time to rest up for the inevitable royal summons. The invitation finally came, calling us to the palace in the early afternoon. Naturally, we agreed to go toget...
03:16 pm - 30.09.2024The list of amazing people following the adventures of Hayley.
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