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Eeri's logbook

Note written before departure

Quinteth, Mystia 11, 3rd AC 2617

I think that's it, I'm ready. I hope Azazor is too.
I finally got the Marauder crystal back. Then I wore it down a bit, dropping it a few times, then rubbing it vigorously on the blade of a retch. It will look like it has lived. I loaded it to the brim, then tried their teleportation system. I must admit that it is quite practical, ingenious. The only bad side is that you have to be a Marauder to use it...
This crystal and a few words of marund will do the trick. Anyway, neither Azazor nor I will be able to hide that we come from the New Lands. It's this, or nothing.

I finally wrote a letter about Canillia, for Mazé'Yum. He will do what he would like with the information. After all he has done for me to help me prepare this journey, I would prefer to be able to talk to him about it face to face, but I'm afraid I won't have time to see him. It would have been awkward to bring up this topic of conversation in front of Azazor and those who will be present during our little departure ceremony.

I also wrote some letters. Goodbye letters no, more like letters of friendship and encouragement. Sometimes it's important to write and let the homins who are dear to us know why they are so. And sometimes things are easier in writing, even with the words of a Fyrossa as poorly poetic as I am.

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My bag is ready, too. I won't be taking this Marauder armor after all. It's too heavy, and taking it would mean giving up on a lot of other stuff. Instead, I made myself a black kostomyx, of the best quality, as light and resistant as possible. I think I did pretty well, at least I won't have learned this craft for naught. You have to travel light, as light as possible, and above all you have to have room for enough weapons, ambers and other materials, and various products. No or few food, only things that we will need in case of a hard time. We will have to hunt from day to day, as soon as the opportunity will present.

Tomorrow we leave for Silan, and we will take our first steps into the unknown. I was told that as a child, I had arrived by this same road, brought by a group of Rangers. Lost child, or rather, foundling. How old was I? 5 or 6? I don't remember. Maybe some memories will resurface, some sensations of déjà-vu.

So these are my last words in this diary, which I will not take with me. When I return, it will be the first part of our travel memoirs. I'll rewrite all this, because well, it's really lacking in style.

Спойлер: Letter to Mazé’Yum

oren pyr Mazé’Yum,

Thanks again, for your help. I am indebted to you for a lot, for sure indebted to you of of the fact my chances of survival to better those of a yubo fart. I have a few years of travel to convince and teach Azazor to behave properly before the Marauders.

I have to tell you about a misfortune that happened to me last week. As you had already understood, I provided myself some poisons from this Matissa, Canillia. I should have been much more wary, this bitch is a monstrosity of scheming and deception, a deceitful and treacherous manipulator. The poison itself is not so amazing, except that it is incredibly violent, and in this respect she has fulfilled her order. But more than that, she succeeded, and took a malicious pleasure, to drug me while delivering my order.
After a few days of fever, I almost stabbed my daggers, for no reason, into a Tryker. I was in a state close to the murderous madness, comparable to the one the consumption of black sap puts you in. Many effects would be similar: feeling of invincibility, strength increased tenfold, critical sense, discernment and intellect reduced to nothing. It took all my strength to overcome that and not bleed Feinigan like an arma. Well, in general, he deserved it, but that day he hadn't done anything particularly bad, at least I think. It would have made a mess at the FH bar, too.
Anyway, it seems that Canillia is very interested in these kinds of substances as well, and she has tested her products on me. The good thing is that I don't feel like I have any side effects, cravings or addiction. So she is achieving some results, if we skip the few days of fever before getting the expected effect.
That's it. Do what you like with this information. I know you're somehow interested in this sort of thing too. If you ever feel like taking your anger out on a homin, or testing a product, choose her over a Drakani. You'll so make a remote one happy. And if you ever feel like approaching her and working with her, beware of anything she might say or promise. And wear gloves.

I am proud to have been your apprentice,
--
Eeri

Спойлер: Letter to the Drakanis

My Drakanis,

It was hard for me to leave you all last month.
If I did so, it was in order to obtain a Marauder crystal, perhaps the only solution and the only item that will make me respected among the Marauders of the Old Lands. I could not, of course, approach the Hidden Source camp wearing my crest and labeled as a member of the Federation. As I write this, that's done. I'm officially a Marauderess, but I've played it pretty well, with the help of a Zorai you adore, by hiding my face and true identity and staying low-key enough. Of course, keep all this to yourselves. If word gets out, even among the only Marauder leaders in the New Lands, my cover could be breached..

Kyriann, you and the Drakanis offered me a family. It is one of the most beautiful gifts I have received in my life as a homina. Of course, I didn't make your life easy, between my revelations, my experiences, my company (but watch yours too!!)… I must admit that you are a great bunch of hotheads, always ready to put you in the most extraordinary situations. Chief I know I should have listened to you more often, I hope Ostium will. Note, he's been doing less stupid things lately, otherwise I'm counting on you to kick him in the right place!

Jazzy, you have quite changed. Take it as a compliment: as you know, I can't stand the stillness, even if sometimes that's good. You're the one I have the hardest time recognizing, after all these years spent with you all. Take care of your own, and of your homina. Make sure you are worthy of her. As her reactions say enough, it seems like she has suffered a lot in the past, but for a kamist she has a courage and determination owing my deep respect.

Eolinius, the Drakanis need you. Your hindsight, your decisions and advice, your calm. Sul are the one who always ponders before speaking, and who considers that a cough drop is better than a long speech, the one who brings balance to the team. Don't change anything, but keep improving your gingerbread recipe!

Ostium, keep your bodoc temper, and most of all keep your Fyros reactions! Now that I'm away, it's up to you to take on the role of the most Fyros among the Trykers. You'll do it wonderfully. Also, take good care of your homina. She's more fragile and sensitive than she lets on, and often on the verge of making big mistakes. But I hope you both will have great things to celebrate when I get back! Or small things... ?

Bastien, Viosselle... and the others... Be strong, including supporting the stupidities of the four mentioned above! I'll be back to mess up the guildhall, don't worry.

Tryka Meer Sella! This now resonates in me as loudly as the first thing I bellowed when I was a legionary, cal i selak! I think the two mottos can complement each other, they do within myself at least. I hope you'll remain strong allies of your Fyros friends.

See you in a few years!

Your friend,
--
Eeri

PS: Beware of Canillia, of everything she might say about me. She is lying. There is another letter in the book I entrusted to you. If you feel the need, open it, otherwise keep it closed, I have faith in you.

Спойлер: Letter to Wixarika