Martine's Journal

Journal of Martine Odynthiel during his voyages with the Netherlese.

**Day 1st**

        I begin this journal at the behest of  Sybol. She insists writing my thoughts down might help me to reclaim some of the time I lost, though I must admit, it’s hard to imagine anything as good as the last 5 years, but perhaps I’ll want to look back to remember our time fondly. I’d be lost without her light. I love her with all my heart.  I’ve collected my notes to draw indirect correlations for reflection. I feel comfortable in the shade of the giant statues. What secrets have there’s time washed faces seen? I wonder if part of my perclivaty for digging into the past is to reclaim some part of my own past.

**Day 2nd**

\*\*pages torn out\*\*

              We’ve come across what appears to be an ancient text in a  script that is akin to ancient Primordial cuneiform. ...however something else about it appears too brackish, too alien to any language tree I’ve seen within Faerun. Its strange. How can something so obviously buried for so long appear so familiar? I’ll have to take it to a specialist. �             We’ve managed to find someone; a red wizard of some renown as a virtuoso of archaic scripts and a given for a proclivity for clockwork. He akinned the intangible script to some form of Hieratical Aaisimarian dialect similar to that used in the litany of clerics. To hear it spoken out loud send shivers up my spine.  Little Otto’s almost able to walk any day now.  Sybol reminds me all hardships are stones in the paths to progress. If he can take his first steps, so can I. Petitioned the government to return my confiscated material. Citing “heretical research unregulated by the formal academy,” which is absurd as all my findings have been publicly published and have hitherto gone unmentioned. �They’ve refused and confiscated all my prior research. I’ll seek asylum elsewhere. The headaches are getting worse. I think I’m being pursued by someone self funds

**Day 3rd**

I’ve hear Trelor particular is very talented���

**Day 4th**

We’ve lost time. I didn’t take into account the continental shift, adjustments of the weave’s lay-lines. Somewhere North of our current postion. the forest’s natural condition s are overwheling, at best it’s traversable by foot at half marching speed, with wagons, impossible, we’ll have to begin carying our equipment by hand. The climate is muggy and unbearable.. � . �To think the Tablet of Heldon could exist in such a savage place? If it holds the secrets to the final line, I think, the last 43 years wont be for nothing.  The last six months prior in the innermost interior of the frontier looking for the Lost City, and if Hel-Athalantar does lay between Delimbiyr River and the Star Mounts it should put us in the southern most reachs of the High Forest. [sketch of location] -Whispering Canyon. Reaching River adn the Crimson Star Mounts.�As we summited the Crimson Star Mounts we could see a great towering Tree reaching into the heaven’s. It truley has been one of the most breath taking moments of my life. Who knkew there could be such immense natural beauty undiscovered within the free world? The 7th Legion is to stay behind and secure the site.

**Day 5th**

     I’m to depart immediately as my petitions hinting at “discoveries of unimaginable power seemed to attract their attention.” Once the formalized proposal  was , I recieved the commision of officer and was issued a small contingent force to oversee the expedition. I’ll be bringing my ward. Since the Ruling cabnient has taken solitary control, petitions for research are more freely given, but demanded by what way I arrived at my hypothesis; I managed to defer them easily; the fact that the former queen’s interest was piqued, they seem to assume some measure of propriety. Eager to contend with the sucesses of the young queen they moved teh motion forward.  Our expedition has recently arrived upon the edge of the High Forest dropped via wyvern, the floating city is to depart within the hour.

**Day 6th**

         We’ve found the City! Despite all of the public redicule I’ve received at the academy I’ve proven them all wrong. They live their lives in reaction to the immediate demands of the war. They see nothing of the elaborate tapestry our history weaves. They’re all fools.!!� we’ll begin excavation of the site immediately.  �Rains have started. Apparently, we’ve arrived just in time for the artificial mage rainy season. We’re only permitted to bring a small contingent. I’m told the Rising Sun Himself to placate the local wise-women. I’ve never met the man, but I hear. I’ve been composing a family piece for Sybol.  Perhaps I’ll play it for him. ��-

Day 7th

-undiscovered-

**Day 8th**

DR 6th day of Tarsakh. The rains are insessant bringing our research to a grinding halt. Every time we start to make progress on the dig-site, the mud slicks back in, or there’s a cave in halting research, as if the will of Kozah himself keeps us from making progress. A couple of workers we’re lost in the subeterranrian layers of the city. Our guide tells me they report seeing shifting lights and dark figures within the caverns. Several have refused to go in again. they’ll be court marshalled and whipped if not executed upon returning to the state.. .��We’ve suffereed a major cave-in releaseing into a vault. A few of the workers died in the fall. All of our efforts though were rewarded; we’ve found it. A large monolithic tablet �The 5 Tablets ��I’ve been told we only have the capabilities to take out 1. I’ve chosen the Tablet of Crown; That ought to justify the Council’s rhetoric of a “right to rule -I’ll keep copies of the others on hand in a separate journal ” � I’ve booked a passage to return to the Floating Isle of Aszram. ���It will be nice to return to civilization, but I hate leaving my work when we’re so close. I believe the origins of the Order exist somewhere within the ruinous expanse of this god-foresaken forest

**Day 9**

-undiscovered-

**Day 10**

-undiscovered-