A lot has happened these past few days. Too much for me to jot it all down in a timely manner. Where do I even begin? How about Hiasynth, that fae who allegedly accused the humans of slaughtering Hydrangea. We met up with her. According to her, she didn't accuse the humans of it at all. That other fae, "Bella", the one we know we can't trust too well did. Go figure. In light of this new information, we decided to bring her back to the council of fae to clear things up once and for all, but not before meeting with "The See-er". It turns out Hyasynth wanted answers as much as we did (maybe even more) and she believed that this woodlands witch could help us know what exactly happened that fateful night. It nearly cost us our lives as we crossed a chasm of sludge, mud, and blood over a skeletal carcass bridge that rolls over enough for one to think it's still alive and wholly responsible for the thick crimson hue of the river. The damned thing nearly drowned all of us in the quicksand, entrapping us in its tomb like god knows how many others.
In any event, we made it to the hag's home, if a bit filthier than usual and she greeted us to a seat at her table with a proposal. She'd give us a chance to see firsthand what really happened that horrible night if we (really Avantis or ) gave his "perspective" on something, essentially just rating the effectiveness of a potion she was cooking up. She got us to see what happened all right, but after experiencing it, I sincerely wish she didn't. We went through some kinda seance, causing us to wake up in the bodies of the fallen fae that fought (or tried to fight) this goliath monstrosity. I woke up in the body of one of those potato munchkins and I expect that my other party members were with me at the time, living through the memories of its other fellow fae. We didn't get a good look at it, whatever it was. It was shrouded in darkness, an oppressive mass of shadowy tentacles and teeth. The little lump I was seeing this through suffered from a problem I can relate to: overconfidence. It must've thought that it could cause this demon to slip on some oily ink it spilled on the floor, but as soon as it overcame its fear and marched towards the creature to set its trap, the monster pounced on it, tearing it to pieces with its claws. God, I can still feel the acid from its fangs burning into the poor little guy's carcass. I don't remember much afterwards, just that this abomination threw it around a bunch and scattered its remains across a large land mass. Afterwards, I woke up with a rather nasty bloodied nose. I can't rightly say that we learned much, seeing as we all already knew humans were woefully incapable of such bloodshed, but the old witch gave us something. A tiny marble that would allow us to relive this nightmare as many a time as we'd wish to. Personally, I don't want to witness such an incredible display of carnage ever again, but hopefully it'll convince the council that the humans had nothing to do with this.