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Sister Bomia’s Adventure Diary #20
Lost In The Skylifter Mountains
Wolfsday 1, Sun God Month, Year 25 of the Golden Emperor
Dear Diary,
These last few days have been an absolute trial on us, physically, mentally and emotionally. We have been lost in the mountains until late this afternoon.
The road ruins we were following disappeared and the trees up here got taller and thus made it darker and, well, we started veering off a due easterly path.
Then we got attacked by a hydra.
We fought it for the better part of an hour, often while retreating to get a better position. As hydras go, this was a very large one with five heads. While it did not grow two new heads for each one cut off, the heads did regrow! On top of that, two breathed fire, two spit acid, and that damned central head breathed a sort of lightning cloud. By the time we managed to stab it through the heart and kill it, Halana was badly burned, Grettin had a broken arm and leg, Amella was covered in bruises and cuts, I was burned by acid and Olivia had passed out from over channeling mana. And the horses had run off.
Thankfully, we had plenty of healing potions and restoratives. I also prayed to the Mother Goddess and she brought the horses back. It still took another two hours for Olivia to get her full wits back. Meanwhile, the fight had taken us miles off our course.
And that was just the first day.
Over the next two days we fought a few more creatures, though none as powerful as the hydra. We also wandered more, cursed more, got testy with each other, and finally fell into sullen silence.
Then, this afternoon, we got above the tree line and found a trail. We don’t know what large creature or being uses this trail, but it is wide and relatively easy going and we hope it is not frequently used.
An hour ago, we decided to stop for the night. There is a good deal of snow up here, but we have found a cave that will hold us all and it is quite warm now that we have a fire going.
Grettin says we are probably very near the top of the mountains, given the terrain and how short of breath we are without Olivia’s spells. By tomorrow afternoon, we should be heading downhill and eventually out of these mountains. That is just fine by us.
I’ll write more later.
Sister Bomia Evarain
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