THE UNSPOKEN ELEMENTAL

To write this without making it clear what I am noting of, is a difficult challenge for most. My writings might be put down to ramblings of a drug-addict and wantabe. I know one person, at least, in the world who has wandered enough to know better; therefore I direct this to him. My apologises for the jumbling of my words amongst avoiding the truth, for only my drugged self dares pen this.
There are no known unswerving portals to the Prime Material Plane. The Plane of Wood has more like an occasionally unbarred doorway through. They are frequently mistaken for Treants.
The Elemental Planes, be I too bold even to put anything referring directly to them, are progressively awkward to access. Riffs could be created by a mage, but it makes no sense to do so as a conscious choice.
Although rumours of such circle. Closing a riff makes opening it look rudimentary.
These riffs could be created to each of the five readily spoken of planes - which I dare not slip up and mention the sixth. It is with varied difficulty and substantial requirements.

Earth is the easiest, as if the nearest, even if that is not the trueness of the planes map. Air floats next easiest to access; it is beyond the flightless. Water waves roughly round, tidally moving beyond any access to the Material Plane. Gratefully, is how we all should be to the Fire Plane being so arduous to create a riff in. Wood is deep within the largest forests. If all we broached the Material Plane would sink and shatter. The Other Element is seldom remembered or expressed anything of. Another happening I am grateful of. What is not said tells more. What is told or written, seems to become lost or vanish.
The Dream Realm, which I do have a passion to study, stays as if a moat between that another plane and our own. That Dream Realm appears by my inquiry an intermixture of everything beautiful, dark, soft, scary, sweet and bitter. A Plane of darkness that creeps into our minds. A gentle blanket that can be soft one moment and strangling in the next. In my dreams there is always music. Either it will be sweetness and light, melancholic, playful and wacky, darkly haunting, all too sharp, so joyous, or it drowns me in sorrow. The paths I precede along in the Dream Plane are never precisely the selfsame as before neither.
I dare, nor presume, to speak or write certain words down. Foremost that moat must remain entire. The Guardians of the exits and entrances, are of the magnificent winged ones and other celestial kind. None say what occurs if they fail. I fear if failing is what has happened.
Not sure why I feel it is literal. Can these celestial beings stop what lies on the far side? Can any of them truly stand against anything that might attempt to relocation to the Prime Material Plane?
It may be, we are all just insignificant as bugs to some beings that are beyond our understanding. The dismissal of any of us would be to them a snack. Consumption of what is not there any more. An emptiness.

A journal entry of Lochi Hutt, also published into an extremely slim volume called The Book of the Unspeakable Elemental - by Wilbur The Wanderer.

Purpose

A warning of the Elementals from The Plane of Void being on Esau.

Elementals Entry point = Ag'hast Han

Document Structure

Publication Status

Published by Wilbur The Wanderer.

Found in the underground library in Alrec named The Elmersen Bibliotheca Stacks Cellar.

Type

Journal, Personal

Medium

Paper

Location

Esau

Signatories (Characters)

• Wilbur The Wanderer