Session 22

Journal of Kara
Another day of reckoning has come and passed, and me and my friends yet breath. In the face of succumbing to the curse of these damned wolves we were facing a shortage of time, my mind had been slipping for days my blood thick and deep black my mind a fog. I felt strong of body but was loosing myself fast to the beast. The people of the fort I found myself in (people I had attempted to kill just days before in a skirmish in the forest) proved reliable and so far trustworthy in my time there, agreed to help cormag purge the sickness of us if we helped them solve the crises that these wolves pose them. We needed their wolfsbane to make a potion that I don't much understand, but Cormag had much insight into. He made a plan to visit the spirit world after ingesting the potion and bring the wolves out to fight in person, rather than fight them in our spirit. The ritual left me confounded but worked, and we were taken to the spirit realm for a second time, appearing in a small clearing. The beasts poured from us and made themselves know, and I felt sharper than I had in a long time. I felt the beat of my hearts blood in my ears as the fire took me over. The conversation and fight was short and bloody, ending in the creatures bound but no thanks to me. My weakness proven again in the face of my allies and enemies overwhelming power. If my father has ever forgiven me he frowns on me again now as I was little more than a nuisance to the creatures. I am a crippled old woman with no place in the tribe and just wish to rest.
After the fight however I had the chance to meet a spirit of the woods and kin to my soul. Mayuk of the many paths, a massive bear bigger than the white bears of home. A fierce creature he ignited my spirit spirit and I feel more than honored to have met him.
Gwenda, who was instrumental in binding the wolves has bound them into totems that me and cormag carry. I feel weaker now without the beast and I’ll need all its strength, mine and more in the coming weeks to survive. I wish to tame it or come to some sort of peace with it at last. Our strength together was astounding and I’ll admit more than a little intoxicating. I now also possess a small totem to mayuk, who appeared to me that night as I held both. I wish I could speak to the spirits as cormag does so I could talk to the wolf and mayuk more than a parcel and a few traded blows. Tomorrow we head for the wolven woods and the source I think. We will kill them as promised or die trying, as we are bound to the enchantress of the fortress, a necromance. May Mayuk and my father grant us strength.