3rd Judicday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853: We moved against the primal vortex, but our efforts were in vain this time. We came close to harnessing its chaotic energies, but the backlash was too severe. We were forced to retreat, licking our wounds and regrouping to strategize anew.
3rd Respitesday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853: Our journey led us to the astrological ruins where our digging crew had uncovered a hidden entrance. After overcoming a complex lock, we ventured into a series of trials, each aligned with the constellations of Eraneth. At the trial of the Actor, truth was the key; Zaelith confessed a family curse, but it wasn't deceitful enough for the trial. When it was my turn, I revealed the secret Aranesi and I share—our dual existence in one body. This confession allowed us to proceed. We found ourselves in what seemed like a council chamber where sitting at the table revealed lies. I chose to demonstrate my truth rather than explain, letting Aranesi take control. Zaelith then shared more about his curse, and Aranesi answered all questions, though skepticism about our condition lingers with Malakar, who suspects it might just be a split personality.
4th Brahmarus of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853: Back in the city, the preparations for another assault on the vortex were nearing completion, with the armored cart almost ready to act as our shield. In the interim, I delved into alchemical research, managing to reverse-engineer one formula successfully, while another attempt ended in failure.
4th Amerysday of Summer's Twilight, SA 1853: Our second attempt at controlling the vortex bore fruit this time; we managed to create a ley line of primal air magic. My invention channels this energy towards the town, but inadvertently, it also intersects with the pre-existing fire line in the distant forest beyond the mountains. I can only hope this won't spell disaster. Now, we're preparing to explore the eerie tree of hanged zombies spotted by Grikz and to clear out the undead kobolds from an old mine in the mountains. If we're lucky, we will encounter those elusive shadow elves, but if not, I have faith that Lady Aria's scouts will succeed.