So, that's what Warden's people have been fighting all along. Those things. My mind can barely keep up with it, like it was understandable but incoherent and painful. Every syllable, every fragment of a word, every like seared with pain.
I no longer want to keep my promise with Terfel. I do not care why this place is here, it needs to go. I do not know the extent of its power but that...that thing...
Warden agrees. Warden would always agree. That's why he decided to be a gatekeeper. Sensible. I thought I would not meet anything that was as terrifying as the Dreaming Dark but the wonderful thing about going to new places is that you learn. You learn. What if one of those things joined forces with the Dreaming Dark and the Inspired? Unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable.
Maybe influenced a little by my inability to not speak in anything beyond a scream, Terfel cut his arm off. Correction: We were in a seperate room, discussing what to do when Pierce went to look for him and at Terfel's request, cut off his arm for him. It was for the best since that abomination that leeched onto his arm was not good but it will make things somewhat awkward for Terfel until we can get him a replacement arm.
I still remember its face. It hurts to remember.
No, have to focus. Others have mentioned my eye has been acting strange. Wandering, doing it's own thing. Not to draw conclusions but maybe it's related to that horror I witnessed or maybe its a coincidental eye illness. I am not sure but I do not like to think about having one eye. Greykell seems to manage okay but still. Hopefully it will calm down in the morning.
We destroyed the grell, the vats and removed the books. Lei is in the process of dismantling the orrey to prevent...whatever that was coming back.
It is late. It has been a day.