Giornale di Aurelia

We have started into the mountains. This terrain is similar to, but not quite like the mountains I am used to. It has been eerily quiet. Too quiet, really. No birds in the trees. No chipmunks or other vermin.

The group has been focused very much on what is ahead of them, not what surrounds them. Luckily for them, I understand the true meaning of an all-too-quiet wood. I have found little of interest, but that does not mean that nothing is out there.

During one of the patrols, Luc and I found an abandoned temple, overgrown with vines. The writing on it is very ancient. I drew their attention to it, because it seems curious in this mountain range and it is so close to the fort that once held what we are fighting. Indeed, if I understand all of what they say we are fighting correctly, we are fighting something ancient itself.

We decided to explore. What did we find? Depictions of the sea. We are fighting what comes from the sea. We continued on. The entire place was full of traps and defenses. Tupper missed a few traps, but quickly learned and managed to not die disarming them.

We found an obsidian circle that the group says is for transportation. They sent Jacob through with an earring of underwater breathing. Good thing they did. He came back sopping wet. It was agreed to destroy it.

At least we all made it out alive and we accomplished something, though there is no specific proof that they planned to come through the portal, at least we took away their escape in a place of defense.

I am still weary of what the mountains and their silence hold. In the wood, the only thing there is to really fear is silence.