The Journal of Mhirriah
The Words of A Goddess
This is also the first time that they encountered Embersheen, all of which heavily discouraged settling of the area.
The Taming of Girm
At first, this created a problem. The displaced predators followed the Ozlithian refugees for some time, picking off stragglers as the opportunity arise, but Mhirriah had an idea. In the coming weeks, she would offer the preserved meat from the surplus to many of these creatures, and even began training them. This led to the beast taming traditions in the The Highlands of Mhirriah. Most of the strange wildlife in The Provinces of Mhirriah came from the forests of Girm.
A Death in the Family
It was later confirmed that his killer was a scout that Mhirriah personally saw to killing. His writing is seen in the journal with notes in the margins on how Mhirriah was far too tired or in far too much pain to write, and instead used him as her hand.
For the first time in the text, Mhirriah speaks of her spear, Xerisp (Share-isp), a holy weapon and gift from her gods. It isn't clear who Mhirriah is referring to in the passages on page 87. The promised land was near, and they met no one new on the journey, nor discovered any strange species that it could refer to.
Page 54
... I was sick, in pain, and doing everything I could to push through for my people. This was not what we were promised. This wretched forest and its fiendish beasts. Everywhere we search in this land of Girm we find things almost designed for the purpose of killing humans. Why add insult to injury? We creatures are already so frail. I'm reminded of this fact every day. This... parasite feeds on everything I am. They said I'd get used to it, maybe come to love it. I doubt this very much. I'm losing my resolve. My people look to me and the weight of already heavy hearts are more of a burden then what ails me from within. Finnich was nowhere to be found, he could help me. I sent for him hours ago...
Page 87
(page 78-86 missing, 87 is stained with ink and blood)We found Finnich dead in the river beaten, drowned, and bloated. The aquatic life were pecking at his remains. I'll never get the image out of my head. He was too young. If I didn't know better i'd curse my gods. Their sacrifice be damned. I suffer a fate worse than the death they spared me. How can I do what must be done without his hand to hold? The light in me has died, and it seems that Xerisp knows it. The radiance from the spearhead is gone, and I doubt it will ever return so long as wrongs are not put right. That will be her greatest burden, it seems. What cruelty my gods have. I only have a few weeks left. First █████ and now Finnich. Above all else, I am sad neither will get to meet her.
Embersheen
Scorched Earth
This lead many to believe the goal of The Infernum was to transform the world into a spitting image of itself. This conclusion was reinforced by accounts of demonic beings spreading the Embersheen with their own bloodMhirriah's Condition
Diagnosis
The Stillsted Plains
The Battle
A Silent Blessing
The Throne Of Spears
Firstly, it was discovered that Mhirriah had pushed through her condition after a night of pain and screaming, recalled by a member of her entourage named Calib, as the pages describing the event from Mhirriah's Journal have been torn from the original text in an act of vandalism. The second was the discovery of Universal Philia, one of many Universal Maladies that plague the world. Philia leads to the growth of megaflora and megafauna, something Mhirriah's nation is well known for.
Page 134
...I saw a spider... not unlike the ones back home. It filled me with relief. Perhaps this promised land won't be so bad after all. The spider crawled into the green gel the pathfinders studied with such vigor. My skin grew pale as the spider grew. The growth was violent, and likely painful. It grew twice my size in a matter of moments. It became clear this substance was not safe to touch... or be around at all. It shocked us, what horrible will could allow the suffering of any creature in such a way?
Calib's Journals
I heard screams from her tent, but was told not to enter, no matter what I heard. Our queen sounded like she was in agony, crying like she did when she was born. I'll never forget the feeling of helplessness. The one thing I valued most could die, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. The Matriarch said it was not my fight, that it was Mhirriah's burden, and that the empress would not tolerate the eyes of men tonight... When the screaming stopped I heard something new... Something unexpected as she left the tent. She was covered in blood....(burned)
This was quite the read. I felt for Mhirriah and wanted her to taste the victory, so it was ultimately very satisfying. The formatting was wonderful but that's not anything you haven't heard before...It's definitely what we expect from you. Overall a stellar article.
Why thank you my friend. As always I appreciate the kind words and will be responding in kind soon enough!