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Mousikó Koutí's Journals are found throughout Orchestria in hard-to-reach areas to reward explorers. They contain his documentation of various hidden locations, his observations about plants and their uses, and more.

## Locations

Here, I, Mousikó Koutí, document my findings while visiting various forgotten locations across the continent of Orchestria. May these writings be catalogued and safeguarded, so this knowledge is not lost as it was after the Grand Accord.

### The Village of Various Vocations

Along the eastern shores of Orchestria, there lies a small settlement known as The Village of Various Vocations. This remote hamlet is surprisingly bustling, with many people from nations known and unknown passing through, selling exotic goods, or settling down with families. The community relies mostly on trade, as it had somehow established itself as a commercial nexus back in early second Stanza despite having very little connection to any of the kingdoms of Orchestria. Additionally to being a mercantile township, many citizens make their livings fishing out in the ocean, catching anything from gargantuan sharks to cagefuls of crabs. This village is a frequent rest-stop of mine, and proof that many different instruments can play in harmony. I pray that King Tuba II does not take interest in the rich traffic that goes through that isolated crossroads, for his insatiable greed will trample the culture growing there, cutting off any possible contact with distant civilizations.
### The Buried Chapel

Northwest of the Cacophony Strait gapes the mouth of a large cave with an old path leading into it. Further examination of the terrain around the cave entrance revealed slashes in the stone, and cracked or cratered sections of earth. While preparing for a descent into the cavern, my ears found the faint sound of a haunting yet Euphonious instrument, distant and sourceless, overtaken by somehow triumphant disharmonic noise. From the past or future I do not know, but this clash of music fills me with dread. Heading into the cave, there are scattered signs of old architecture and wall carvings, both of which are marred by claws. The destruction of these remnants lessens the deeper I traverse, making way for the familiar signs of ancient and abandoned civilized structures. The few intact carvings depict two armies, one of innumerable mangled creatures growing out of broken instruments, and the other of a dwindling amount of grand magicians. These engravings imply some sort of magic this race crafted using their mouths, which grows in power based on the number of mages present. I reached the end of the natural hallway, which opened up into a vast room of stone, lit only by glowing lichen and fungi, and holding a magnificent chapel at the center. This chapel has been abandoned for centuries, but the signs of decay stop abruptly at the edge of a large circle surrounding it, possibly due to some residual magic cast by these magicians.