Year 26435 A.B.
I find myself feeling remarkably refreshed, and have to say that was probably the best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time. As I sit in this hut I can smell the morning damp on the vegetation outside through the open window. It’s been a little over a month since my last entry, and there are a few events to note down.
Firstly, one day about a week into our trip, Das failed to arrive for the morning meal. As he had been quite prompt about such things before, this immediately struck both Elliphany and I as odd. We searched the ship, eventually coming to his room, which was unlocked, but empty. Some of his personal effects remained, but Elliphany sensed the residual energy of a portal, suggesting that Das had taken his leave of our plane yet again. While I am annoyed that he appears to have abandoned us, again, I also find myself wondering how old he will appear if he happens to come back.
Secondly, and of much more significance, we are now marooned on a small island in the middle of the ocean. Last night we saw signs of a storm brewing, and were then surrounded in an unnatural mist, thick enough to blot out navigation despite the growing wind and make visibility difficult. Out of this miasma came two giant, glowing green chains that wrapped themselves around parts of the ship and began to drag us sideways through the water. One of the crew touched one of the chains and we watched his hand disintegrate before our eyes; why they weren’t doing the same to the wood of the ship is a mystery yet. Between the waves and the ship being pulled to the side, we lost some crewmen during the ordeal. Eventually, after a rather harrowing ride, the chains beached us on the shore of this island and we came to a stop, though they remained attached to the ship.
Immediately after this we were set upon by a band of Troglodytes and Kobolds. If I’m honest though, between Elliphany, myself, the guards, and the sailors, we made rather short work of them. Just after, we were approached by some diminutive figures wearing large, carved wooden dragon masks. On a hunch I greeted them in draconic and they began to babble at each other, though I couldn’t understand a word.
They got closer to us as one ran off, coming back a bit later with another. This new figure spoke to me in broken draconic, clearly unfamiliar with the tongue, and I replied in kind, causing the lot of them to get somewhat excited. We found them to be gnomes after they removed their masks, and I attempted to make some conversation with them. After some talk and translating for the benefit of the others present we found out they knew basically nothing about the chains that grabbed us aside from that the cave they came from was where their “honored elders” went to die. At this moment I don’t even remember the name they gave the place, I may have to ask them again. We also are apparently not the first ship to get pulled to the island by those chains, just the first to survive.
The gnomes invited me specifically back to their village for a feast, calling me a name I didn’t recognize, and I asked if I could bring Elliphany. They called her an honored friend, rather enthusiastically, and began leading us away.
I’ll attempt to summarize a bit here. We found out that I’m supposed to be part of an ancient prophecy these gnomes have had since they first were marooned on this island generations ago, and that I’m a “dragon who walks” that is supposedly associated with the dragon god they worship. I’ve held my tongue protesting about it, but if I’m honest I’m not really comfortable being associated with a god that is not my own. As part of this prophecy, I’m supposed to be the one to “save their people from a great evil” as they put it, but it was difficult to get them to elaborate any further. Typical prophecy content, vague and unhelpful.
They feasted us, then asked that I “drink deep” of some stuff they presented to me in a bowl, stuff that came from what they called the “dirty boat.” I was hesitant, but they insisted, so I took a mouthful. I suppose this would still be considered a fair amount by smaller creatures.
The hallucinations that were presented to me were terrifying, and it is difficult for me to describe what I saw. I saw the world. I saw beneath the world. There seemed to be a constant theme of distorted flaming gnomes dancing and giggling madly. I seemed to come out of the trip several times only to fall back into it, and I ended up puking up the stuff in the end. I seem to recall Elliphany laughing and a lot of hands, and then I woke up in the hut where I am now.
Upon waking I was greeted by the sight of the gnome priestess sitting by my bed with a sketchbook, drawing me as I slept. There was a bit of awkward conversation between us (I have to say I feel she’s trying too hard when she attempts to speak draconic, she’s always attempting to use large words without the proper grammatical context, which makes conversation difficult), and I found that these people had no idea there was any land other than this island. Instead, from what I could gather, they thought there were nothing but giant boats sailing the endless waters. I dispelled this notion, and made a few other revelations to her, such as the fact that I’m not the only one of my kind by far, at least to my current knowledge.
If there’s anything I might take from this experience, considering just how hale and clear-headed I feel this morning, it’s that alcohol is one of the worst things you can drink if you want to intoxicate yourself. Compared to whatever it was that I drank, it doesn’t inebriate you in near as spectacular a fashion, and the headache and hangover the morning after make you regret everything you did to get you there. With this stuff, the trip might be terrifying – I certainly wasn’t ready for it – but the morning after you feel you can take on the world, which is good, considering we might have to.