We started outside the vault having just completed it. Siona's runes protecting us from anything that may approach. Just as everyone guessed, the merfolk made their way towards us as we finished our rest. Instead of approaching us directly, their leader sent himself as an orb to communicate. What was extremely odd about it was the fact that their leader spoke with an extremely clean, High-Borglund accent. Can't say I was really ready for that and it felt a bit unnerving. I don't know if that was the goal or if he really speaks like that. He told us about their charge to protect the head waters from any and all outsiders. He also told us how he had sent some merfolk forces in to try to take care of the guardians of this vault with no success. I told the leader about the history of the vaults and what they represent and he appreciated that insight. I also warned him about more adventuring groups making their way to this vault as they would also need to complete it, but he really didn't seem to care about that information. Maybe I should stop trying to warn people and just let them get blindsided. It's almost like people feel like I have some ulterior motive and I can understand why they would think that. I believe it is more important that the area and ecosystem remains untouched by outside forces, but I guess it comes off as self serving. Whatever, let Volsaid and other groups walk through you. That's your prerogative. Nevertheless, the leader gave us three days to get out of the area so we needed to start mapping lake Bart as quick as we can. So we started our next journey and made our way north-east and let Crestin do his thing. A couple hours in Crestin spotted a large flower near the middle of the "lake." Crestin flew out there and it turns out that the flower is a lure for some of the predators in the area. We fought them, Crestin and Rahlak got swallowed and a giant dragon/turtle showed up eating the smaller predators. Out of god damn no where Norhm struck divine gold as his divine intervention came through. I had heard rumors/tales/bardiac stories about powerful clerics gaining favor from their deity. Almost like a divine wish with the rails being left on. It was amazing to watch as the dragon turtle quickly joined us as an ally. The other realization is that if we are getting to the point were we can do things like this, I'm going to have to be really careful with my words and make sure I don't say a certain four worded w-word that rhymes with fish. The dragon-turtle told us about the history of the lake and the ancients. We told the turtle about the trials and our goals. Eventually the DT showed us around the lake so Crestin could plot it. Took some time, but it was a more enjoyable than hoofing it.
After mapping it when came back shore side and people did their own thing for a while. Siona and I went off alone to talk about the lower vault and next steps. With a bit of risk we also attempted to practice the Boglin lower vault near Lake Bart. I first attempted to create a small lowland near the beach just using my hand and it instantly worked. I have to tell you, this was super addicting. The next thing I knew, Siona and I spent an hour creating a new mouth to start a new river coming off lake Bart. We pushed ourselves really hard to make it and after an hour it wasn't really something impressive but we did it. We did notice there was a bit of a lasting effect on the two of us. Our feet and hands have taken on a bit more of swampy look to them and normally I would want to try to clean it away, but it feels so natural. Almost like it was a missing part of me, but I didn't realize I was missing it until it was found. Internally I am conflicted because this goes against a lot of feelings I used to have about cleanliness, but may gods does it feel good to have my feet in the swamp and trudge around in it, feeling the life below me swish between my toes and the silt fill my veins.
I'm going to need to digest that feeling because it's comforting but I know it shouldn't be. Something happened to the two of us while creating the mouth and I'm not sure what.