Entry: 2/049

Dear self,

Because of how little eldritch existences have in common with normal reality, and even each other, we tried to prepare a large variety of different spells. We prioritised anything that affects more fundamental aspects directly instead of aspects contingent upon the more complex upper layers of reality. Spatial manipulation was our first choice, with fundamental material manipulation being second. Spiritual magics were prioritised after those since eldritch beings are likely capable of winning in any confrontation based around the efficacy of souls. Our strongest weapon was not ourselves, but the world around us itself that might turn its energies against interlopers. If nothing else the ritual used to invoke the Solacium into banishing Outer being is guaranteed to succeed every time if we manage to perform it without interference. It might even succeed regardless of interference if the Solacium takes enough interest with the Interloper in particular.

The warlocks had the best spells overall. We might find some sort of weakness if whimsy watches over us, but the entity’s attributes might as well be arbitrary compared to our sense of logical physical laws and sensibilities. I prepared a shattering potion with Levinspark in the hopes whatever we end up facing has some vulnerability to physical energy. It would have been easier to use fire than lightning, but the latter has a more absolute chance of succeeding if there was any chance whatsoever. Mother had primarily brought spells of Illusory magic and spiritually affecting magics in case our opponent has any form of vulnerable mid or spirit. The group of tiny wizards have prepared summoning magic spells capable of sealing portions of planar space or ejecting things out of our planar space. They are also the most prepared to work their spells in unison for added effect.

The trees near the location did not seem altered significantly. There was a gathering of the environmental mana in the surroundings that hummed through the hairs in my skin. The thickened mana made it harder to sense auras and was too aspected for me to use to my benefit, it only made me feel like it would be harder to project spells over a distance.

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The Rift was a hole in the ground. It seemed deep. The trees that immediately encircled the place seemed to have their branches bend backwards away from the pit. More than just a hole the Rift was eating into the ground and if you passed into it you would seemingly enter a space on the other side. It was like a burrow that went deeper than the soil it was dug from.

What concerned us is that this was where the Interloper should be, but we could find no impossible creature in our sight. The only things we saw appeared normal like anything expected of Materiality. We saw no fractal limbs or hollowed figures mocking our rationality, we saw no shapes constructed in defiance of physical attachment or proportionality. We saw no Interloper.

What we did see was concerning in itself; completely independent from what we knew should have been there. It was a rather large mole, one I recognise from the local fauna, and it was a monster.

Empowered monsters are often the only ones that survive for long, and this one seemed to be siphoning energy from the interstitial planar space through the Rift. There was a pale mist flowing out of the Rift from the other side and the mole was bathing in it and absorbing a small amount of magic from it with every passing moment, and that rift had been open for some time.

But it was a truly living thing, and we had a blood mage. As mother paralysed the creature with a basic spell I approached with a focusing token the wizards had given me to help channel their banishing magics. We would have attempted to close the Rift at the least, but the monstrous mole flashed into a pale mist for an instant and it was once again mobile. One of the tiny robed folk through an invocation token at the mole but it flashed white again and the projectile passed straight through it. I leapt and turned into a fog streaking towards me. We fled from it and decided to come back the next day. We weren’t exactly adventurers and the monster might be able to harm us with its supernatural mist. It is best not to let a monster touch you with its powers if you know nothing else about it. The mist might have been cursed for all we knew.

At home I felt that phantom pain resurge once more. It had spread throughout my entire body this time in a dull ache. It was of a lesser intensity yesterday where it had concentrated into one spot. But I feel a numbness spread wherever it hurts, though the pain is so slight. I feel it everywhere.

Hope we fare well.

Regards,

Me.

~*M*~