Eldur's Journal

Eldur's Journal is the personal notebook of the elven farmer and researcher Eldur, an individual that lived in Ahlus hundreds of years ago.

## Description

Eldur's Journal was discovered in the inner sanctum of the laboratory beneath Five Fields Farm, tucked away amongst the assorted specimens that were also stored within. While in his reports and findings Eldur seemed excited and joyful about his research, the text in the journal appears to come later on after a period of contemplation - and subsequent guilt.

## Research

### Completed by Morennel Uthreloth

*"...production has increased tenfold with the new advances made following the completion of my research, though despite the drastic uptick in substance, the quality has not faltered in the slightest. I received a personal commendation from the Ethnarch Erafus Albimond, a paltry sum of silver and tapestries in truth, particularly in conjunction with the words in the decree that quickly followed. Standing in splendid cloth made in the Atral stylings, I was told that Desir, Lerance and Ambis had continued to expand, now capable of producing enough sustenance for the entirety of the Astedian Empire. For all that I had sacrificed, effort and toil least amongst them, I have achieved naught..."*

*"...haunted by what I was forced to do for the survival of my family's legacy, I turned to distractions - fleeting or otherwise. Fine wines, though never those from which my sorrow stems. Such would be acceptance of their superiority and a defilement of my efforts, as futile as they were. But it did not sate my sorrow. I turned to decadence, rich foods indulgent with sweet and fat alike. I ate and ate to distract my mind by filling my belly, and yet my mind was racked by sorrow and guilt. I turned to the pleasures of the flesh, but found all the joys of company were for not, because I knew what torments my hands had wrought. I walked the Penance Marshes, and there found the Last Day who taught me the joys of life once more. In a secluded community we lived simple lives, granted bliss each night with vivid lucid dreams shared as a community. We experienced lives as kings and queens throwing balls and fetes that stretched across the horizon, as adventurers and explorers delving ancient ruins hidden behind waterfalls, in the wildest forests and at the depths of the oceans. By comparison, our waking hours only seemed to grow more mundane, exhausting..."*

*"...and yet I could not linger with them. A few amongst the Last Day started to make draughts that would encourage deep sleeps that would last for days at a time, their bodies withering from the lack of attention given to them. Some resisted the allure of such substances for a while, but in time all amongst them routinely used the mixture. As their bodies atrophied, their minds flourished, existing in the dreaming world even after their eventual and inevitable mortal demise. For centuries we lived on in this way, corporeal forms now naught but ash, before they found themselves reborn. When I awoke, somehow not yet corrupted I fled, taking one of the Legacies with me in hope it would break the malady. It did not, nor did it save me. I can feel my body faltering, and now I fear what is to come. I have seen the horrors that lurk in the deeper portions of the Plane of Dreams..."*

*"...found a way to place myself in stasis to prevent the transformation. Beneath the farm I will lock myself away, along with the Legacy so that I or it may not corrupt others. I have seen what I am destined to become, and the destruction that they bring as they spread across this continent as a plague. Perhaps without the third piece they will not be able to make others, but I do not find myself convinced. With cowardice I seal myself away and return to my dreams so that I may contemplate my sins..."*