At least when trudging through the mountains, the scenery would at least change now and then. These tunnels seem to be endless - rock upon rock upon damned rock. Sometimes smoothed away by those wretched roiling masses, sometimes rough, only softened with time itself. Sporadic patches of scrubby, withering weeds climb with long withered fingers through the cracks, aiming for any fragment of light. But the scene stretches on; never-ending. I have no idea how much further we could possibly go. The mountains are obviously very...voluminous and obviously any path through at the thickest section will take time. But even so, this seems to be somewhat endless. I half expect that when the tunnel opens up, we'll be in Sarlona and not Droaam!
Yesterday was a little more eventful although that is somewhat stretching the definition. Eventful used to mean simply that other monks would be visiting or that a local festival with the humans was underway. Eventful now means reaching into the recesses of Warden's mind and accidentally nearly collapsing the tunnel on my friends. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at this. I've been on Khorvaire for a while now and everything in its way is eventful. It is very busy with all sorts of schemes and villains working everywhere. Dah'mir is still out there. That Daelkyr is out there. Dax's Masvirik is out there. The Swords of Liberty are out there. The Dreaming Dark is out there as their messy, toxic tendrils have even reached here. All these wretched people out to carry out evil and dark things exist and that does not even cover the mundane evil of bandits and cultists and the cruel people with nothing better to do than cause misery for their own amusement. In Adar, it is far more simplistic. You have the Dreaming Dark on one site and ourselves on the other. The smattering of humans and the like are usually on our side, even from a distance. It's not as if we had a lot of contact with them as our mannerisms can be a little difficult to acclimatise too. Not that it has taken long for Terfel, Warden and Dax to get used to me but then again, it didn't take me long to get used to them either.
That damned book Warden has is cursed. It has to be cursed. It made him fall asleep! How is that even possible? I may not be the most educated person with regards to warforged physiology but I know that they do not sleep. Even if they wanted to! For such a book to do something like that is somewhat unnerving. I managed to get through to him which is something but it is perhaps something that should be quarantined. I know Warden made mention of taking it to his fellow Gatekeepers but who knows when we will strike out for them and it is still a danger. What if next time Warden has a coughing fit? Or sneezes? Or goes into a coma? Or what if someone else reads it? It should be kept safe and I have concerns if we can resist. Although, perhaps Warden will not read it again. Maybe having a bad dream will set him straight on the situation.
With regards to the tunnel, after a few hours of rather dull walking, I leaned against what I assumed to be solid rock for a momentary rest. The pillar gave way and rubble and a flood of water was spat out by the ceiling. Dax and Warden took the worst of it, being thrown down the tunnel by the wall of water. I managed to stand my ground even if I was soaked to the bone. I am just thankful my journal was kept dry. Think of all the memories and poetry that would be lost! I managed to scout the area by flying up. The pillar was under a lake which has unfortunately been somewhat dried out. If a lake could be so easily felled by being leaned on by a moderately strong woman then I suppose it was bound to happen eventually. Unfortunately, the flight did not indicate how far we still had to go.
And today...well, a roiling mass of malevolent gelatinous material was the highlight of the day. Even if the damned thing nearly injured Dax. Everything else was...more of the same.
Aside from the singing, of course. When it is daylight, there is the faintest hint of the most beautiful singing I have ever heard. Haunting and melodic, it seems to be getting louder the longer we are in tunnel. It at least gives me hope to meet the singers of that captivating song.