Again shorter journal entries, too much traveling for long journals. Worried our Medimian friends would find our secret via my journals. I saw right, the fact the shard is killed people, taking their souls. Damn that succubus.
Our knowing tour guide Zir’aan (completely missed the mark on that one), brought us to the closest village in this endless jungle of leaves. It hung between those looming trees, a village high in the sky. With several layers of floors, it wasn’t a terribly large village.
I couldn’t stay in that village for too long, I would have burnt that village cinders. To sum it up as I do not wish to speak on it for longer than I have to.
A rather powerful succubus has been easing the suffering of the people by manipulating them into forgetting they were eating their fellow villagers. On top of this fact, they were using slaves. Those people who had been transformed into food still died. Still were consumed by the shard. We still left that place.
I wanted to kill that succubus shard be damned.
Regardless of whether her attention was ‘good’ or not.
These people would have suffered the Earth Mother’s Gift effect. Starving or not, whether those villagers were transformed or not…
I don’t want to write on this further, these people were losing their free will. Not knowing what they were doing, not really…
In trade for her life, she teleported us to the city of twin souls.
Rhaead