*The following excerpts came from the few intact pages of a journal carried by a female spider-fae whose mutilated corpse was recently found lying in the woods just outside the ill-fated, treetop village of Oohm’dol in Craftshire
Petalsong, Year 126 of the Age of Fortune~ By Gwendolar’s light we find ourselves traveling along the path to a long forgotten region few know of and even fewer have visited in a very long time. The trees here say the lands once went by the name of Marshall’s Landing and that those who once lorded over it are long past and no more. What is more disconcerting though is that many of the stones here lament that we should never have come to these accused woods, but now that we are here, we should “get comfortable” in our new home, for “all who enter, are never permitted to leave.” Ash and I are not sure how to take these words, but the two travelers we met this morning, although questionable of character, seemed unworried and have kindly offered to lead us safely to where a large group of adventurers have gathered and are attempting to rebuild this lost settlement. We are strengthened by our hope and the promise that Gwendolar will bless both us and this new community.
Harvestwane, Year 126 of the Age of Fortune~ Seven of them, reputedly “heroes” from the town of Elmerton, sat in the bushes all day and all night, squatting like dogs while high up in the trees above we mourned the loss of two of our own. Even the ugly one had enough sense to show respect. If not for her, we would never have been able to lay my brother and sister’s spirits to rest. Dasher and Ashengale, I will avenge your deaths and bring to justice the ones responsible.
Reapingdusk, Year 126 of the Age of Fortune~ The letter is sent as grandfather had asked. I do not expect a response, nor any aid to come from the “Town of Heroes”. The very same people Dasher and Ashengale lost their lives for while trying to help them escape from a place they never should have been in. My brother and sister were the true heroes. If I ever find out that these Elmertonians are responsible for their deaths they will pay…they will ALL pay!!
Boneharvest, Year 126 of the Age of Fortune~ I guess I was wrong about them, about everything. Grandfather was right. He trusts that ugly ogress, so I guess I do also. From what she told him, Dasher and Ashengale’s murderers got the justice they deserved. May they both rot in the Abyss and may Gwendolar forgive me for my doubt. Brother, sister…I miss you both and I pray you have found the peace you so deserve.
Harvestwane, Year 127 of the Age of Fortune ~ Words can not express the loss I have suffered. First Dasher and Ashengale. Now Grandfather and so many of the others. Nimzy, I wish you were here. I sent a letter to the “Heroes of Elemerton. I pray they get it and, PLEASE Gwendolar, let them say yes!
Newgreen, Year 128 of the Age of Fortune~ You never came, but its okay, for if you had I may never have met my most handsome prince. He is the one who truly saved me and the others. I feel though, that I should thank you, for he told me that it was you who led him to us and now we are together. So, thank you and we all hope to see you soon!
Petalsong, Year 128 of the Age of Fortune~ You finally came to visit our new home, but you didn’t stay very long. I guess you had to run. That’s okay, we will come visit you in Elmerton real soon. See you then!
Enlightening, Year 128 of the Age of Fortune~ Our family is so big now, so many brothers and sisters. Oohm’dol has never looked more beautiful, all covered in gossamer veils like a bride on her wedding day. I hope my prince will return soon. He said he is going to bring home an old doctor friend he used to work with for dinner. I hope he’s yummy!
Boneharvest, Year 128 of the Age of Fortune~ Dr. Vorkrop is a genius!! I can’t believe he is going make my handsome hero into a real life PRINCE!!! I hope he asks me to be his princess!