How does one get themselves into this mess? Time travel is the answer. I must say I am not a fan of it. This is the second time this as happened, and both times we have landed in the worst of situations. This time we are in the same city as Orkon! Not exactly the place I would want to be any point soon. I mean, I want to cleave his head from his shoulders but quite frankly, I am quite unprepared to do so right now, not to mention what would happen to history if we did so.
Dont get me wrong, seeing one of the Seven Cities of Jade feels like stepping into another world, the wealth of Sothlakarr seems like a dream, every person is dressed like a noble, every outfit has enough jewels on it to buy a small estate, and by the Stars, the food is amazing. Still, even the thought of losing any of my companions due to time travel nonsense makes none of this worth it. I am beginning to think Thargash does not know how to get any of us home. I suspect our best way home is the Bridge of Jade. And Rinsos also hopes to heal my bleeding eyes at the Bridge of Jade as well, but all this happens in three days.
In the meantime, we have to pray that Orkon's army does not show up at our doorstep till then, while also trying to convine our host to jump time with us, who is loath to leave her lover. I pray these time travel shenanigans are over once this is all done. I am already worried that we will be leaving Herek due to his decision to protect the Waterforge of Panathfei/Kanle.
Speaking of my eyes, Rinsos has stated that someone or something is looking through them and that they need to be closed. I am not for sure whether it is the Death god, Panathfei or some other. It doesnt seem anybody else does either. Though I suspect, it could very well be tied to the family curse I have involuntarily inherited, and fighting the vulture priest only helped to expand it after having a near death experience with it. Now I have had a strange dream of Thargash and Panathfei, and am seeing the true nature of people who serve the Death cult. Neither is a pleasant experience, and not being able to rid of this by means I know how is even more irritating. I do take comfort that I have companions that I can trust, both Iniea and Flajanor has helped keep me grounded when I would have otherwise gone crazy trying to deal with it myself. And even though I dont know the others as well, their loyalty and companionship has been vital in our adventures, especially when we are running into vulture cultists trying to change the course of history.
Among all this, I am dealing with a curse and a possible enchantress Treain woman that is far older than anyone should be, at this rate I am guessing Panathfei is over 4000 years old. When I first told my companions of what had happened and how it ties into my family, I dont think I had ever seen Iniea looked so worried. The last time I could remember a look like that was when both our fathers were called out to Leil Yalir. Even back then I dont think I was spooked as much as I am now about it. I was aware the situation was not good, but the longer I have known about it the more it feels less like an annoying matter that can simply be set right and more like a gnawing dread that the longer it lasts the worse it gets. I think, if the forge is restored and cleansed would lead to fulfilling what needs to be done for the oath that my Grandfather broke, but I am not for sure. Part of me thinks I am going to have the slay the primordial serpent, or some other great feat. Knowing more of what has happened, when I make it back, I will be having a conversation with my father and grandfather when I get back. The sword I got from him, is of no consequence either, and the one time I have drawn it after realizing what it is, felt like it had an endless hunger blood, though that may be most magical swords, its favored enemy among my own kin, I am hoping Flajanor can actually find more on it in his studies, cause as it stands now it is just a cursed sword.
I write all this while staring up a strange sky that awaits the impending doom of the seven cities of Jade, while its residents celebrate a feast, unaware of that their death and slavery approaches quickly, May the Stars guide us through the streams of time and safely take us back home.
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