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Region: The East Pacific
August 1st
Lord Stuart sent me another message today. The man is in exile, yet he orders us around as if he were still in charge. I think I will follow through, if only to show results for the Aeternus. I think he is starting to doubt our loyalty. Over a hundred years old and paranoid as ever. I wonder if that means something, or if he is just too fond of his own power.
Such talk is foolish, I know. Treasonous, even. But I don't think anyone will find my journal, lest I perish. Posthumous treason is fine by me.
Writing this made up my mind. I will go. If only to get away from the Palace.
August 9th
The land here is untamed. I heard that these lands were lawless since the Fall of Aivintis, but I also heard darker tales. Tales of monsters. I pray to Aeternus and whatever gods we left behind with the death of Geoffrey Dale that those tales aren't true.
Yet still I wonder.
August 10th
Today the reek of rotting corpses stung my nose as I approached a thick wood, and some instinct of self-preservation forced me to go around it. I fear it.
Yet still I wonder.
August 14th
I mapped the rest of the region out. I placed the border at a violent running stream. I fear I may be going mad, for I saw bones at the bottom. What creature could do such a thing? I can only wonder in amazement and morbid fascination.
August 20th
I've been stalling. Ever since I completed the rest of the mapping expedition, I've waited around, debating whether I should explore the forest. I know I shouldn't go in there, that I should turn back. But I cannot.
August 21st
Another day of waiting, and silent, internal debate. If I don't make up my mind soon, I fear I may go mad.
August 22nd
I must know what is inside that forest. I must know.
