Diary of Molly Mollusk

The Diary of Molly Mollusk is a tome of thoughts, inquiries and reports of the Draoi's findings over the years prior to their curse. Bound in a leather that bears the slight smell of vegetables and fruit, owing to its crafting of dried and tanned vegetation instead of animal hide.
== Research ==
Completed by Alzara Yewdorei
[...such a gentle soul is he. Humble and kind. To be the first of the awakened, his growth is unlike any I have ever seen. The Mother has truly blessed this creature. He asked me if he had a name today, I told him he was the First Son of Danu. He asked me if that was his name, confused by the suggestion. We settled on Fursson...]
[...the larger Fursson grows, the more vulnerable he is as prey. His shell can only protect him from so much. I made him a deal, that I will protect him and he will protect me. Of course, it is silly, he is a snail. But at least it gives him meaning and purpose to know that he is a protector and guardian. He called me mother today. I could feel him hurting when I told him it was not so. I told him we could be like brother and sister, because siblings protect each other no matter what. Fursson and Molly Mollusk. I'd always wanted a family name...]
[...he is amazing. Just last week was the size of a hound, today as big as a horse! I wonder when he might slow down. He's certainly hungry, but as long as I am with him he will never want for food or water. The powers Danu grants me will see to that...]
[...I feel so foolish, like an imposter. I am learned in the ways of nature, yet Fursson poses so many questions. There must be others in the south who know more. I heard of a powerful Druid in the south. It will take some time, two maybe three months. Only Danu knows how big Fursson will be by then...]
[...sometimes the world has a way of giving you all you need. We travel south, a few weeks, passing the Valour Mountains. I felt it best to avoid the capital, so we headed west towards Port Arden and head south between Tol'Dosh and Whispering Woods. Dangerous, but safer than the disputed lands. It seems we might not need to travel all the way to Elderfall. Danu has guided us to a servant. A sorceress of nature, Drachmas Sernlearg. She speaks much of Danu, her connection to the Feywild and the powers she may grant. She knew of a place that had not been visited in thousands of year since before the God Emperors. It seems Danu has brought us together. Tomorrow, we shall recover this artifact and with our powers and faith combined, we can open the gateway to the Otherworld...]
[...this place is strange. I heard tales of the pagan god's connection to the Feywild, but I never thought they'd feel and look so alike. We're only a day away, Drachmas says they will have answers to all...]
[...it is so strange. To read my own writing, yet have no memory of it. Who was she? Does she remember what happened there? I am not certain of where we are now, but we are safe. Tomorrow we will find our bearings and try to find this sorceress between Tol'Dosh and the Whispering Woods...]
[...she didn't remember me. It seems whatever we had encountered in the Otherworld has taken all memory of what we had seen. But we are all safe. She says she will teach me what she knows of Danu in the morning, perhaps she herself has answers...]
[...I am weak, and she is gone... I don't know what she did to me, but I can feel myself... ailing, turning, my memories strange and hazy. But that image, that eye... it feels distant, like pieces of a puzzle. Maybe if I sketch them all I can piece them together and make some sense of it. We need to get to Elderfall, quickly. This witch is no servant of Danu. She has done something to me...]
[...I was wrong. I underestimated the mother. I underestimated him. As we travelled by Whispering Woods, a gang of Darklings set upon us. In my desperate attempts to protect Fursson, I felt their blade rip through my flesh. Wounded, fallen, I thought it would be over. But Fursson's eye shone bright, and the Elders close would fall into a slumber, the rest ran. I had to rest, even if the Whispering Woods was no safe place to do so. But when I awoke, I found the very same material of Fursson's shell covering my wound. The pain was gone. Brittle, but hard, I chipped it away and found my wounds no more. Fursson is so much more than massive mollusk...]
[...I think these are all of the pieces. It feels right, like I have seen it before...]
[...it's like I am being pulled apart. Twisted, pulled and separated... Like the connection between mind and body is being severed. I don't know how long I have left. I don't think we will make it to Gortbaun... but a friend might. I will call upon Danu's children to deliver what remains of mind and soul to the Witch of Gortbaun. I only hope she will understand the meaning of it. Surely stories of Fursson will find their way south? She will see the staff, hear my sorrow and understand?]
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