User blog:Ziharku/Log 6: More Questions Than Answers

After too many days on accursed boats and among the crowded streets of the imperial city, I lay eyes on the one whom afflicted me with this lasting torment. My rage boiled as I drew close to him, but as he turned to face me, the voices inside me quelled, even cowered. Clearly this one is not to be taken lightly. I ask again, for divination, motioning to my companion to leave us so she cannot hear what will be said.

A room, a prison cell? No, it lack bars, though only 1 exit can be seen. The man before me, an Immortal, asks if I’ve had my fill. I do not answer, but my mouth moves and utters with a satisfied grin “yes”.

I am to go to the other Immortals, seek guidance, take in their wisdom, learn the path. I do not reunite with my companion, as this journey is one I may not return from alive. Better to be forgotten than have someone lament my falling in such a state as this.

Through woodlands and thickets, through mire and muck, across the sea on yet a another accursed boat, up the mountain and through it as well, to the reef where Lamiae lie, and past the scale-skins as well. These are my destinations, and each met with haste. What will i find there, I wonder.