A journal entry of Iago - The Mournlands and not dead yet

by Iago

The Mournlands are certainly everything they were rumored to be. The fog is so thick you can hardly see your hand in front of your face.

You can’t see your feet at all! Not only that, we realized the fog blocks all sound, even magically created sounds. We ended up holding on a rope and communicating via rope tugs and magical illusions. A couple of aborted starts and we got to slowly crawling through the fog.

After what seemed like an eternity we crept out into a creepy, dead forest where we could at least hear and see a few feet. Two guardians stood silently by to thwart our progress. The fight was tough, the hardest we have faced so far, I could feel the sword’s frustration as its power seemed unable to do anything but graze them. Has its power reached its limit, does this foul place contain the sword in someway? Maybe the sword has decided I can't be the hero it wants and plans to abandon me here to find another sucker. Either way, it is less than reassuring that its power seems less as I need it more.

In the middle of the battle, Rei ran slap into an invisible wall, she was shaken, but kept going. The Shadowman went down, his magic couldn't save him - but Bibiana's could. The Fates own devil intervened and Kabuto's thread remained intact. I honestly don't know how we became victorious, it was a long - no moments of glory - just gory battle.

Upon the guardians defeat we found a magical crystal key that showed the area behind the wall to have been some sort of illusion.

A Creepy keep now stands before us. How do I know it is creepy - the text "Death of the world dwells within" burns in my mind even now.

I am sure that tomorrow we will enter it – If this is my last entry at least my journal will be lost to the fog along with this accursed sword.

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