Hey. Ugh, make it STOP!!!

We ha- ugh, scuse me I gotta go puke.

Here's Julius.

*****

We destroyed the thieves. More came. We destroyed them. Then a big thief came.

The big thief had shining wings. Now I have shining wings.

Then we entered a place. The place is spinning.

Food-giver has fallen down, and is regretting breakfast.

******

Indeed, I am.

Well, Julius kind of glossed over the day.

I am gonna go curl up in the corner, maybe Fen can elucidate...

*****

Salutations! It is I the wonderous Fen!

Finder of sneaks and destroyer of gods!

As Julius mentioned we had another run in with those dastardly winged brigands. Flocks of them came from all directions. Which, since we were in a tunnel, means from the front and the back.

Obviously.

He also, briefly, mentioned the existence of Refesrion, god of dark winds. Or as he called him 'big thief'. Refesrion appears to be a totem or statue. Its body carved from stone and inscribed with the curious swirling script of these 'odd-owls'. Its wings are made entirely of gold and other precious materials, hammered flat and layered in a brilliant array of gleaming bladelike feathers.

This appears to reflect the relative importance the odd-owl culture places on their wings. It would be fascinating to study them further, sadly, they crossed us. And the fate of our foes is a well known one.

Refesrion trully appears to be an effigy given life and a mild divinity. The Wearers, as I have taken to calling the self-styled leader of our little group, and Julius' fire proved ineffectual against a being of stone and metal.

Interestingly enough, even the metals that should have been melted, or at least warped among the gods panoply of feathers were unscathed from the truly intense heat.

Unprepared for anything to come out intact from our brethrens barrage we were caught offguard by the arrival of Refesrion. It dashed Onica against the wall, effectively removing her from the fight. Lena swatted it away with a flow of water, but was more invested in helping her big sister not die from her brand new massive wounds.

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While she was healing Onica, both Wearer and Julius engaged the god. In a fit of wrath Wearer combusted with such force that I saw the incoming waves of odd-owls disintegrate. Still, Julius had better luck slowing the colossus. He was inside his favored battle garb, and was focusing a blurring barrage of brutal punches and kicks directly into the gods midriff.

Cracks began to become evident on its previously unmarred form, and it seemed to grow irate at such treatment.

The previously silent deity opened its maw, and bellowed.

"You DARE!!! Make way, peon, for Refesrion! God of Dark Winds, and you're des-"

I, of course, had not been idle whilst all this was going on. I corraled my streams into two opposite clouds, one highly energized and roiling, the other still and thirsty. Like land that has been in a drought for decades, desperate for the rain. They were formed upon either side of Refesrions head. I do not recall having ever seperated that mass of energy ever before.

Well, the results speak for themselves. Upon releasing my hold over the streams the clouds rushed towards each other, seeking balance. Such was their haste that the very air between them ignited in a series of branching veins. The heat inside these veins was unmatched by anything else on earth. Not even the Wearer on his best day can outdo...

A THUNDERBOLT!!!

Which I am thankful for. If he could match such a temperature for longer than the brief instant that I can create it. Well, I do not know if the world could survive such an event.

Ah, I've digressed. The gods head was riddled with the superheated air, and then rapidly cooled back towards the ambient temperature, the concussive blast of sound and light cutting it off mid speech. The sudden series of shifts and forces proved to be too much for the puny god, and it crumbled into so much rubble.

Julius snatched its wings before anything else, stashing them in his 'top secret hiding place'. Lena managed to patch up Onica, and they were both very much in need of an emotional and physical outlet.

And so once again, the odd-owl population paid the price for our sanity.

I will not go into detail. Suffice it to say that we will be having no more troubles with the remnants of the odd-owls.

Later, we reached the source of the Wearers discomfort.

A midsized cavern. Nothing of note about it beyond its status as a confluence of waterways. I count six seperate currents, all rushing into this single cavern. Now, normally there would be a small scrum as the different currents fought each other to find an exit. This is indeed the case.

Here, it has found an unusual exit. A hole in the floor, approximately in the center of the cavern. I cannot actually see it, but Lena assures me it is there. So, all the water here is flowing together into a mad dash inwards and down.

Creating what I believe is called a 'whirlpool'.

Smaller currents caught in the mains force make numerous smaller whirlpools circling the main one. We have been bouncing from one to the other for hours. Ever nearing the middle, and its promise of the abyss.

The Wearer is not handling the spinning well. To put it mildly.

I fear we shall hit the center shortly. So I must finish my entry here. Wouldn't want to lose this journal to the waves. The Wearer would give me another dose of his, purple eyes...

*shudder*

*****

Urp, there you have it.

I think, I am not up to reading right now.

We are all going to be sealing ourselves into a sphere now. Fen and Lena can work together to bring us fresh breathable air, somehow, and we have plenty of fo-*puke*-ood and drink.

Into the dark we go.

Goodnight.