Journal
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Strange... Who left this here?
Familiar
Autumn Millifae
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Energy: 50/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Wind.
Male Fae
This dragon is hibernating.
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
1.17 m
Wingspan
0.88 m
Weight
1.8 kg
Genetics
Rose
Basic
Basic
Flint
Basic
Basic
Storm
Basic
Basic
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Fae
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
8
DEF
5
QCK
6
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Lineage
Parents
- none
Offspring
- none
Biography
Perhaps if you return again, there may be more to read.
A belted journal, seeming untouched by the elements, hangs from the dilapidated banner.
As you open it, a faint chime rings in your ears. You feel like you are being watched, but as you look around, you find nothing changed.
Curiosity piqued, you turn back to the book. Several of the first pages have been torn out, but those that remain, while yellowed with age, are in pristine condition. Its contents are penned in an elegant hand.
As you open it, a faint chime rings in your ears. You feel like you are being watched, but as you look around, you find nothing changed.
Curiosity piqued, you turn back to the book. Several of the first pages have been torn out, but those that remain, while yellowed with age, are in pristine condition. Its contents are penned in an elegant hand.
April Nineteenth
I've made it to the isle of Steppes' Ascent. The greenery and sweet-scented flowers are a breath of fresh air, almost literally, after my time in the tundra. It was quite a journey, but it seems worthwhile as of yet. The isle is as beautiful as the stories say, truly a pristine paradise. It was already sundown when I arrived, but I stopped by a quaint café, overlooking a spectacular beach. The locals out at this hour have been unanimously friendly, if a little too keen to hawk their wares. It is to be expected from a tourist town. I will leave this entry here, as the hour grows late and tomorrow I will wake early to visit the temple.
I've made it to the isle of Steppes' Ascent. The greenery and sweet-scented flowers are a breath of fresh air, almost literally, after my time in the tundra. It was quite a journey, but it seems worthwhile as of yet. The isle is as beautiful as the stories say, truly a pristine paradise. It was already sundown when I arrived, but I stopped by a quaint café, overlooking a spectacular beach. The locals out at this hour have been unanimously friendly, if a little too keen to hawk their wares. It is to be expected from a tourist town. I will leave this entry here, as the hour grows late and tomorrow I will wake early to visit the temple.
You turn the page. You have experienced the enthusiastic local welcome, yourself. This edge of the forest, however, is far from the town. Why would this journal be left here?
You decide to read on.
You decide to read on.
April Twentieth
True to my last entry, I visited the Temple of Steppes today. I should have known the name was a pun- fortunate that my wings are strong; I would not have liked to climb so many stairs the hard way. The Temple's Guardian, I believe his name was... Nectar? Strange name, but I digress. Anyway, the guardian was massive, one of the largest I've seen in my travels, but even he was dwarfed by the size of the temple itself. The structure is an ornate monument of jade-inlaid wood, aged but strong and vibrant.
I was greeted by another of the friendly locals, a priestess, a fae named Whimsy. She led me to the washing basin, chattering on and on about the history of the temple and her duties wherein, but when I turned to ask a question, she'd vanished. A striking wind priest, or so I assume, passed by with her in tow, nodding to me as he did.
The temple was lively with music and performance, with a stunning view of the ocean on one side, and the crags, hills, and lakes of the island on the other. I asked a resting minstrel of the local landmarks, and after listing off a few he added, with a yawn and a smile, "The cedar forest is lovely, but stay by the beach. Especially at night. It sees right through you." I made to ask more, only to find the lad had fallen asleep. No matter, I can ask the locals tomorrow what he meant.
True to my last entry, I visited the Temple of Steppes today. I should have known the name was a pun- fortunate that my wings are strong; I would not have liked to climb so many stairs the hard way. The Temple's Guardian, I believe his name was... Nectar? Strange name, but I digress. Anyway, the guardian was massive, one of the largest I've seen in my travels, but even he was dwarfed by the size of the temple itself. The structure is an ornate monument of jade-inlaid wood, aged but strong and vibrant.
I was greeted by another of the friendly locals, a priestess, a fae named Whimsy. She led me to the washing basin, chattering on and on about the history of the temple and her duties wherein, but when I turned to ask a question, she'd vanished. A striking wind priest, or so I assume, passed by with her in tow, nodding to me as he did.
The temple was lively with music and performance, with a stunning view of the ocean on one side, and the crags, hills, and lakes of the island on the other. I asked a resting minstrel of the local landmarks, and after listing off a few he added, with a yawn and a smile, "The cedar forest is lovely, but stay by the beach. Especially at night. It sees right through you." I made to ask more, only to find the lad had fallen asleep. No matter, I can ask the locals tomorrow what he meant.
You too are in this cedar forest, not far from the aforementioned beach. Did the writer get lost here, leaving their journal behind? Perhaps you could return it to them if you knew more...
April Twenty-first
I perused the town of Summit's Peak today. The overwhelming friendliness of the locals is starting to grate on me, if I'm honest. It's so overpowering as to feel false, and whenever I asked about the cedar forest I would get only a shake of the head or a condescending, "That place isn't for tourists, dear," and another sales pitch. Or some spiel about bamboo, and the bamboo forest, and the bamboo crafts and kites, and I might just drown in the word 'bamboo' if I so much as see another shoot.
I think they're hiding something on this island, in that forest. It's too peaceful, too idyllic. Nothing is this nice without a cost. I purchased some trekking gear from the local outfitter (which was overpriced, but good quality) and tomorrow I'll see for myself what the cedar forest holds.
But for now, I'll enjoy the more 'tourist-friendly' attraction of the town's main beach.
I perused the town of Summit's Peak today. The overwhelming friendliness of the locals is starting to grate on me, if I'm honest. It's so overpowering as to feel false, and whenever I asked about the cedar forest I would get only a shake of the head or a condescending, "That place isn't for tourists, dear," and another sales pitch. Or some spiel about bamboo, and the bamboo forest, and the bamboo crafts and kites, and I might just drown in the word 'bamboo' if I so much as see another shoot.
I think they're hiding something on this island, in that forest. It's too peaceful, too idyllic. Nothing is this nice without a cost. I purchased some trekking gear from the local outfitter (which was overpriced, but good quality) and tomorrow I'll see for myself what the cedar forest holds.
But for now, I'll enjoy the more 'tourist-friendly' attraction of the town's main beach.
You find a shiver running down your spine, and as you glance around the forest seems darker. But it's still only midday- perhaps a passing cloud, or a brewing storm? Surely you have time to read a little more.
Entry 4
To call this a cedar forest is a bit of an understatement. The trees are massive, perhaps even rivalling the redwoods of the sunbeam ruins. It seems clear this was the source of the wood used in the temple's construction.
To call this a cedar forest is a bit of an understatement. The trees are massive, perhaps even rivalling the redwoods of the sunbeam ruins. It seems clear this was the source of the wood used in the temple's construction.
A rustle of leaves sounds behind you and you whirl around, catching a tail whipping out of sight. "Hello?" you call, but there is no answer.
Entry 5
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