A day of wonders, both great and small, and choices made. This journal entry may be longer than usual for I wish for some record of all I saw today to remain, even when I have gone from this world.
We set out for the temple, unsure what to expect but prepared for battle, only to find it deserted and decaying. Yet even in it’s dilapidated state I could see the glory that still shone through. This great monument had withstood so much and for so long that it could only be an inspiration for all of us to follow, and yet only a little remained of the god it represented.
Within the vaulted halls and the seawater channels, in the centre of a beautiful wildflower garden there stood a single tree, twisted and gnarled with age yet still bearing fruit. A black fig, much like the peach served in Lanzhou, hung heavy from the branches that seemed to reach towards me and bow in the wind. It was a sign, and time for me to meet my god.
Eating the fig I could feel myself changing. My feet rooted in the ground and my skin became as bark, my breath stopped and I crumbled away into nothingness. I came to in a place I had visited once before, the plane all souls come to after their death, and yet I still kept my body. Going in any direct was a futile effort, with no idea of my location or destination there was no reason anymore. So I accepted my fate. I laid down, I waited, and I died.
As my soul rose out of the body I used to inhabit, a strange figure rose too, but this one from my sword, Tranquility. He claimed to be an ancient follower of Gozreh, one Ondir and was to be my guide to them. And so we left this plane in a new direction, one I had not been able to perceive while still trapped in my flesh and that is still hard to explain now that I have returned to its confines. We climbed higher above the plane, above many planes, all laid out along branches as if part of a great tree, and set off.
As we travelled, heading along the convergence of the branches, I got a chance to see into some planes we passed and the strange ways of life those within had. I’m only left with an impression of the things I’ve seen, some mortal attempt to perceive something outside of our understanding, but what I saw was both magnificent and terrifying. Strange creatures swirled at the edges of some planes and slowly sapped away the life contained within, draining them and leaving husks in their wake. Dotted among the still living globes were those left behind, full of darkness and radiating pain.
Eventually we shifted back towards a specific globe, smaller than many others but somehow brighter; fresher and newer. The surroundings shifted into focus at the bottom of a vast cliff, a climb greater than any I have ever seen before, and my guide started to climb. The way was tough, a long climb that seemed to drain in a way that was unrelated to muscles or breath. As we reached the final push of our climb, Ondir’s gradual shrinking of stature became obvious and I was forced to carry him through the final push to a meeting I have so long awaited.
For at the top of the cliff was my God. Gozreh, whom had received so many of my prayers and curses, sat in meditation upon the plateau and overlooked the creation of this world. As sat beside her, and settled into my own meditative state, I could feel the work taking place around us. Mountains rose up and spat fire, flowing rivers carved out valleys and forests ages and spread. And then… a pause. My god turned to me and offered me the welcome I hadn’t known I’d missed for since I first left my childhood home.
She offered me a choice. To stay and help her create this new world. Or return to the world of my birth, the world she has now all but left, and fight back the darkness rising there. While I longed to stay there, in the warm embrace of my god, I knew I could not abandon those I had left behind. So I return to pen this entry and begin our journey, which will finally put us against Dagon, the one who would devour this world.
Acolyte of Gozreh