From the annals of Habib al’Taib, Wasteland Druid of Dejiy

Entry II

The day has been as harsh as the tales of Akaron would suggest. This is not a place for the weak. It is not even a place for the strong. Akaron is a land of perpetual warfare where armies rise and fall at every moment. There can be no peace in this place, only conflict and bloodshed. Only those truly gifted in both body and mind could hope survive here. Akaron is as tough as it is cunning. And it takes a fool to embark on our mission.

I am writing after a hellish day of bringing us ever closer to our mark. Our path has been obstructed by devils, demons, and strange elemental creatures I chose not to investigate too closely lest we waste more time. Tzadzik has fallen again, this time upon the spear of an Ice Devil. I should not have sent him in too closely. I shall bring him back when we complete our mission for I have not the time to perform the ceremony. Time is becoming critical. We are making steady progress, but who would have known that the Seer domain would be so difficult to reach. I am spent physically, emotionally, and magically; my friends fatigued by the rigorous demands of our trip. One can walk for days without stopping, however flying requires the use of all limbs and a tail to stay aloft. Thankfully the gravity between the cubes is forgiving enough so that we may keep a steady pace without collapsing of exhaustion. We have but three days left.

My friends and I have decided that the best course of action would be to contact the Fomorians and attempt to workout a deal, however Edyleen’s intelligence tells us that they have been recently molested by Slaadi, disguised as human warriors. Our initial contacts will probably be violent, however I have faith that we will be able to make them see our point of view. After all the worst that can happen is that their Queen will scan our minds and use us to achieve the same ends we seek. I am not over concerned.

I am grateful, for the day has brought us upon a vast cube teeming with life. It is good to feel the grass again, and such a haven brings me hope that Akaron is not yet completely consumed by destruction and death. I will rest now, for tomorrow may prove to be yet another grueling ordeal.

Entry III

Estand is fool. One sometimes wonders how a powerful servant of the God of war could be so incompetent in diplomacy. We arrived at the Seer domain with great difficulty costing us a small fortune to the God of war. With the help of his servant we managed to escape another intrusion from the minions of Chaos. Our arrival to the Seer domain was quick, and I had another chance to relax before landing on its surface. We quickly encountered a dispatch of Fomorians and attempted contact. Since Estand is capable of communicating with the creatures, it was up to him to plead our case. And so when the Fomorians took control of my mind I was confident that we would eventually be scanned for information, and the truth learned. Not so. Estand fought off the enchantment, which might not have been a bad idea after all, until he managed to make contact with them and turned us into their servants. The Queen still has no idea of Shadowthrone’s plans, or capabilities should he succeed, and now we are off on some fool mission to eradicate the Slaadi, with not 2 days left before he completes the ritual. He insists it would not have made a difference. Fool. We have no time. The words “ritual” or even “complete defeat of Law as we know it” did not once cross his mind. Grand strategist indeed. I think the worst part of it all is that I was under the enchantment of the Fomorians and hence incapable of speaking for him. Next time I will know better.

For now we are on our way to fight Slaadi and recover a Fomorian Taskmaster as proof of our intentions to the Queen. She knows only that we are on, “Some important quest for the forces of Law” or something rather. Since we have no time, we have had to fly all day pushing ourselves to the edge of endurance. I seem to be holding up ok, but the rest of my companions have had to be sustained by magical means. We have no time. We cannot in two days fly back to the Fomorians, then to Iron Fortress and defeat him. The ritual will be complete and when that happens he will be able to search for us. Finally the final holder of the rod piece will come after us rather than us to him or her. Anyway the damage is done, what will come will come. It is unfortunate that the events seem to be even beyond the influence of the Gods themselves. Praying the Huntress for guidance is bringing me no reassurance whatsoever.