AFTER MEETING WILSON BR'OW'N:

Half-elf says we're from the future.

AFTER VISITING THE TELEPORTATION MANOR:

Island chain's mostly uninhabitated. Wilson might be only one living here.

Mad wizard's teleportation lab. Man stepped through to the ethereal...then stepped out into a pile of wooden spikes.

Body dissapeared once we took his creations. Following us in the ethereal maybe. Don't know shit about this. Others
don't seem worried.

Islands seem a decent resting place.

Mt Arael might be a good next goal. Cave Elves might be friendly...or at least, enemies to the undead.

Need navigation equipment, and need to get some supplies together. No sun to help navigation.

No stars. We're not on Dredgia anymore. We're somewhere far, far, far away.

Sextants won't help. Probably need magic to navigate around.

Jones told me that watching the waves works but never did pay much attention to his lessons.

Think it was Jones.

AFTER THE DIVE IN THE RUINS OF THE TWISTED ISLE(?):

Old elf lab. Wet and dark. Only one could talk was Iroh, and only when he shed his skin.
Don't like that.
Place was fine though. Shelled monsters and an elemental light golem aside. Found a crystal they used for power.
Maybe could find a use for it.
Also found a gate, seems to need three sigils active before we open it. Got one? Maybe.
Could be a vault, maybe find us some gear. We're gonna need it if we're going to head into more undead.
Lost seas ain't gonna save itself.

Can't remember his face. Remember his teachings a lot better though.
Man was too sentimental to be a follower of the Red Knight. Nothing like Irago.
He taught me a form that I just can't get straight. It feels so close.

Gotta run through em again. Maybe I'll remember it.

AFTER THE SECOND DIVE:

Elves round here failed. Built an underwater shelter to hide out after getting dropped here. They left information bout a way to get out of here. We just gotta find a rogue arcanist. Must be smart. Knows how to make magic contraptions that teleport.
This is all beyond me. Word is there's an elf base on Mt Arael, if it hasn't fallen.
Once we arm up, we go there. Get answers. Get a real plan.
If I can break a curse like this, eats memories and thoughts and dreams and personalities, can't I break the curse back home? Maybe Lin'd do it. Probably get mad about the number of half-elves in Truecrest. Grandma would probably love her. What am I saying.

Been thinking about future. What happens after we put the beast at the bottom down. Realized we'd probably go our seperate ways. Don't know what the others even want out of this expedition.
Lin said she's here to bring the word of Kelemvor. She really that worried about ending in a bad place? What's she done that so bad? Guess she did grow up in Menzobarrenzen.
Irago...I don't even know. Red Knight told him to come here for the challenge? Isn't she a pragmatist?
Iroh says money. I guess that's why I'm here too. And Clamor...
Clamor's a total wildcard.

Clamor stop reading my journal. I see you. You think I don't see you, I see you.

THEY BOTH ATE THE MAGIC FRUIT.
WHEN A WOOD WOAD CRAWLS OUT OF THERE STOMACHS I'M NOT GOING TO HELP THEM.

Magic fruit on "divine tree" in wood woad attended elf garden. Maybe like Burd said back in Pain?
Won't find out either way. Clamor and Iroh ate it.

ENROUTE TO THE DROWNPOOLS:

Ran into two pirate crews. Fight went rough. Me, Irago, and Clamor, going toe to toe with the lot of em. Lin and Iroh fled. Took a cannon ship though. Wilson seemed to approve.
Oh. Wilson with us. We're talking. Gonna hit Drownpools, then aim for Point June. Supposed to be possible to live in it. Find help, supplies, sailors, information.
Lin broke. Got sick of the run around from Kelemvor. Be wondering when he was gonna help us, myself. Doesn't fit his time table I guess. God's aint much use to us here.
Irago's hitting a crisis of faith too. Can't help him. My answers'd probably make it worse.
Focusing on focusing. Going through the motions for my forms. Practicing with my kit.
Feel like we're losing our focus as a group. Need to straighten up. Get morale up.
Maybe Lin wants a tattoo.