28th Frostfall, 1540 A.C.

On Frostfall 23rd, I accompanied the Dúathrim, newfound Spire Militia and a random assortment of adventuring Spire adventurers to an Aedall sacred site called 'The Garden.'
Whilst my journal is not an ideal place to recall events in case of future historians, the battle was won with almost everyone partaking wounded- some gravely, most with arrow or deep lacerations. The Knights Lictor of Lampwood were defeated, as too was meddlesome Jonathan Finn, as too The Conduit burned by Fabled chosen.

The Conduit was a tree. From me estimations and basic theorycrafting to its design, the living conduit somehow took power from The Void and even had a presence (as too revealed through seers) in the Nocturne.
Its enigmatic design was as difficult to grasp as The Spire itself, though The Conduit's purpose was revealed to both Fabled and its Keeper-- a living skeleton of an Aedall, kept alive by the tree itself, atop the tallest branches only accessable through puzzle trials myself and a group of scholars partook in whilst the warriors fought giant statue golems.
The Conduit was designed to stop Fables interfering in this Realm, limiting their power and potentially could 'kill' or 'banish' them.

This Aedall was horrificly racist against Humans, hated the Korami for turning away from the ancients and called me 'inpure.'
He foretold the year to his knowledge being 8490. By my estimations, that is 1391 A.C. Thus, the Aedall did not consider The Great Collapse a true fact of reality; instead opting to continue refering to Humans as "Nua Sidhe."
Thus the current year would be 8739, by Aedall Old Empire calendar.

I came here asking myself: why did my Aedall ancestor leave this land. Why did Great Clan Kensho allow my family to stay, but never allow our blood within the walls?
I now know. Former nobility, my ancestors were likely horrificly racist and akin to vampires in their 'old fashioned' ways.
Life goes on, regardless of this. We all share ancient blood. Mine is just slightly more recent.

In better news: I asked somebody out on a date today and they said yes.

3rd Darkmoon, 1640 A.C.

I would say that was a successful first date. I think.
Headache hangover.
Nothing alchemy cannot fix.


Recovery tea:

• 2 parts Wood Betony (Bettonica Officianlis)
• 1 part Meadow sweet (Spiraea Ulmaria)
• 1 part Mint (peppermint or spearmint would be best)
• 1 part Camomile (Anthemis nobilis)
• 1 part Poppy (Reach poppy would do here)
• 1/2 part Rosemary
• Honey and lemon to taste

11th Darkmoon, 1640 A.C.

*Above, detailed, is the theoretical alchemical process from which the mutatgens are made for the Dúathrim mutation process. An assortment of chemistry notes explain the possible equipment required and the engimatic process behind its creation.*

I have taken fond of my girlfriend, Morgan.
Each day pass in her presence and affection, I feel anchored to reality in a joyful warmth I had never felt. As a huntress for the Dúathrim, she underwent the mutations most painful and has become overstimulated with the Realm by her senses enhanced. Through agony did she endure as her body underwent the trial, to which I had never left her side in attentive care in Harwyn's abode.

It is with humility that I must admit a fondness like no other, one I had thought myself above, a simple mortal base desire to be with the one I have rapidly fallen in love with. For a momentary delight, toward the Festival of Hearts thematic, I have neglected my duties as a doctor in the place of being a lover most unrelenting in care.

For Morgan, despite her extreme condition as of late, is more than a patient to I. She may be my future.

[ A Research or Arcana Roll may be required to understand this ]

*Above is a diagram and notes on what can best be described as a theory regarding Realms and their interconnections, with Avalore surrounded by the Void with Slipspace between. Beyond them in the Nocturne, conjoined with a 'Fey Realm' and various celestial objects-- suns. Most are 'round.' The diagram of the clocktower at the top regards how Ether affects time, to which Elreyna theorizes how time dilates where the Void leaks into Avalore, due to the metaphysical rules breaking down through cracks in reality.*

18th Darkmoon, 1640 A.C.

Finally begun renting my own place, a shack upon the waterfront whereupon Morgan's heightened senses may be dulled enough by crashing waves and salt-air that she may sleep. My mind is at peace here also, as I finally have relative quiet to write and publish tomes.

The Hermetic Assembly established in The Spire has been a great motivation for scholarly theory in place of usual medical practice. As my arcane power has grown through the wonderous gift of weary and ancient Facet, I find myself understanding the Realm on a fundamental level never before felt without esoteric mysticism.

Whilst my desires remain simple and content, my mind ponders greater metaphysics for enjoyment and satisfaction.

5th Reflections 1640 A.C.

The start of the new year is quiet for myself, yet all around me, many find their lives loud. They occupy their time with ventures and politics that, in truth, whilst I briefly put my name forth to Council of Four, I withdrew in no small part due to the multiple sudden approach of familiar individuals speaking in hushed tones. I have faith in any other that are elected, for all that put their name forth thus far, I trust. Yet were I to continue, I fear I would see a new side to the community I wish not see.

As of late, my work at the hospital has been lessened. Siona is rarely at work, Selene seems to have vanished and Doctor Konrad has been increasingly more agitative as of late as if seeking an argument. Nerves are high without reason. It has made life fairly difficult.
Hopefully moods improve.

7th Snowmelt 1641 A.C.

Imagine a Realm of understanding, where upon alchemy, arcane and natural sciences mix together? A Realm where each person has a grasp- an inkling of understanding-- of the Realms beyond and the utilization of magic within daily life. Imagine a Realm where the common man understands that the arcane is a tool to be used, a weapon to be grasped-- that it is not energy to be feared, but the individual.

Circular motion unlocks the stars, celestial objects always round, like our Realm, most likely.
Yet unwelcoming is the Void, where beasts dwell in the darkness between. Yet few here have ventured to understand the Nocturne. Thus, these past few weeks, I have been meditating.
Thus far, I have learned how to separate my mind and soul from my body upon the material plane, yet it anchors to never go far. Using this method, I desire to learn how to enter the Nocturne without sleep; to enter a stasis between consciousnesses.


It is my birthday soon. 

15th Snowmelt 1641 A.C.

Meditations are resulting in … something.
I am breaching into the Nocturne in my mind.
Yet there is nothing there. Nothing.

Worse yet, one becomes unaware to the passage of time unless awoken from external sound or physical motion. My last meditation began in the morning and ended a second later in the evening. It was the growl of my stomach that brought me back to reality.


I will continue.
I am close. I can feel it.

7th Falltide  8740  /  1641 A.C.


The Sundering approaches.
It will change everything.



[Requires Arcana Roll to understand]
*It appears to be various Ether runes for a ritualistic spell for an unknown purpose. At the bottom-left is Korami script, yet an Old Elvish overlaps, giving a strange explanation of how The Void is leaking into Avalore, altering the 'natural sciences.' It gives a brief mathematical calculation regarding how much Ether would be 'irreversible.' One of the overlapping texts at the very top, in Elvish, simply reads:*
'The Chained One will bring change. It is inevitable."

10th Falltide  8740 / 1641 A.C.


The Sundering is done. The Great Crystal of The Spire revealed, tears of Creation.
This... Eradrin ghostly visage witnessed is the key to the puzzle of the Aedall.

For now, I meditate beneath the majesty of the resonance.