Spring 21

Thought I heard the drums in the mountains of Ruhum

Found nothing but an empty mine

Looked recently looted; smelled foul

Too close to where I and the Wyrm dueled. Too many echoes still ringing

While I was there, checked the deeper mounts

Found several valleys swimming with fresh lava

Another couple years and that torrent will crest the lip and roll over the western plains

Spring 22

Two bodies washed on shore. Drained to husks.

Same area as that squid

Drums never sounded. Something is trying to be quiet

Spring 23

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Eastern tribe ambush on patrol

Interesting that they quicken to my thunder when Grace deafens the men of the west

Grace remains a strange dance; to stand before a man and wonder what he glimpses of Truth

Arrow collection at sixty

Spring 24

A whale sang to me. Led me into the depths. Led me to my quarry

Felt nice to get the drop on a big shard for once.

Should learn how to talk to whales

Where does one even start?

Spring 25

Little biter out in the jungle. Some kind of imp that ate something foul

The sylphs helped expunge it, united in beautiful song

It is not my imagination; the creatures never swarmed like this before Lumia

They continue to evolve

What else is Verdandi cooking in her emerald laboratory?

Spring 26

Still getting complaints about Iris

Hells, I have held screaming toddlers less entitled!

Maybe I should take one or two of them along on patrol

Let them try their hand at it

Spring 27

Mad mage on the Plateau – two scale fragments

Sylph storm tantrum at the Whistler retreat – no scales

Two vessels in the north – one regular monster and one scaled leviathan

All within an hour!

Ah, Spring…

Spring 28

I heard a cry in the desert of what we have sacrificed

I found an ancient phoenix

Haggard and worn and unwilling to accept peace

How far he soared to challenge me in those sands

He yearned for the release of his final battle

Birth and death in flame

I remain to contemplate the aftermath once more

Spring 29

Fled the Conclave for the drums

Reporters are going to have a field day with that one

What was I supposed to do? Leave those delvers to die?!

One miner mentioned they searched for “black opals”

That others searched as well

From the high to the low, the Wyrm scattered his seeds well