Three days ago we parted from the Myconian colony that remained free from █████████ the Lady of Rot's grasp. A bitter sweet moment was had in our parting from the young Stool, it(he?) said it(?) wanted to be an explorer, to see more of the surface world, to see us all again. I do hope Stool has the chance. I want to be there to see him(?) again. I do not want to die. I know my desire will mean nothing soon enough. I can feel the Demon's hold on me grow stronger yet, an itching in my hand for blasphemous blade. I can feel its power resting in the depths of my veins, ready to surge if I call on it. I feel the temptation, as if I could now fight with the skill of a thousand warriors, to slay my enemies (or even my companions) before they could even unsheathe their blades.
This journey has been quiet at least since the parting. There was the mud pit on the first day, but afterward we found a cavern with a pool. Using their divine favor the Paladin and Cleric managed to cleanse the water before we rested, however the guide did inform us the Drow had been spotted still hunting us. Alex and I took second watch, he as usual shut me out. The second day was quieter, I once more took watch, killed a spider. It felt glorious, feeling the power of the Wyld once more flow through me, the flames of summer answering my call, proof the Seasons have not abandoned me. Alex and Reynard took third watch. The third day we came on a bridge however, and a Druegar female that seemed Far-Touched, she went for her weapon after prattling about a crab, Alex destroyed her mind like a snow flake on a Djinn's tongue. Rinn was naturally provoked, and the Bard urged them to battle. There was such peace in that chaos, I felt as if I was back with my *brothers during a summoners 101 experiment.
I need to get home. Ever since we entered this gods forsaken pit I've been unable to even step through the Wyld, I keep being trapped within the Aetherial Sphere, as if Lloth herself has wrapped a web around this part of the Material.
Seldarine preserve me.