Stargazer's Aged Journal

Note · 40 gp · Weight 2

"Day 1 From this day forward, I, Beryg, will be keeping this journal to chronicle our holiest mission. It was for this mission that we left our people, who are so desperate for solace and protection in these times, and followed Eliandra, our mentor, into Pulura's temple. Here, cut off from the mortal world, we shall continue our service blessed by the Shimmering Maiden. Though the foul smoke of the demonic pit clouds the skies, Pulura reveals to us the stars that will guide our way! Day 24 We carry on our holy work that praises the illustrious Pulura. The enchantments that keep us safe are flawless — the demons outside the sanctum's walls don't even suspect its existence. I embolden my spirit by praying to Pulura for a swift deliverance from the vile hordes that swarmed our lands. We just need to gather our strength and wait for the brave warriors to throw the unholy beasts back into the Abyss. I have faith that such a day is nigh! Day 105 This is a momentous occasion — my brothers finished working on another map of the northern sky! At times, when I look into everyone's eyes, I see worry of what is happening outside the temple walls, and I feel doubt creeping into my heart as well. But in the next moment, I shame myself for being so weak of will. Today is a good day, and I will not allow it to be tarnished by dreary thoughts. Day 258 Sister Eliandra's prayers have been answered, as our abode was visited by a messenger of Pulura! Alas, the celestial brought dire news: our homeland has been overtaken by flames and demonic spawn, the cities are burning, and the people are fleeing for their lives. The tear in the Material Plane has not yet been mended — on the contrary, it's spewing out more Abyssal legions by the hour. The celestial left us, but not before he assured us that we are not forgotten, and our service has not been for naught. We must steel our hearts and continue searching among the stars. The quicker we can finish our work, the sooner will Sarkoris have hope for salvation! Day 457 We spent half a day looking for brother Areed. Eliandra herself found him, behind the altar of Pulura. He was crying, sitting on the floor, hugging his knees close. I was afraid that she would scold him for this treacherous weakness of spirit and mind that could poison the others. But my fear was unfounded. Eliandra and Areed spent two hours in conversation that remained a mystery to all of us, then our brother returned to work, still saddened — yet now he held his head a little higher. I bow before our leader's wisdom and fortitude... but do I see in her eyes a shadow of that same despair that has long since found its way into our hearts? The day the messenger arrived On the day we finished mapping out the eastern hemisphere, our solitude was broken — this time, by a messenger from Iomedae. I curse my own curiosity for encouraging me to join those who listened to her words. The battle still rages on around us, yet nobody fights for Sarkoris anymore. Warriors from some other lands are clashing with demons, treading on the ashes of our kin. Sarkoris is gone. They now call it the Worldwound. Another day, just like many before it I can no longer keep track of days — they all have merged into one endless strip of gray. Even Pulura's starlight cannot drive away the darkness in my heart. Our service has been in vain. We have nothing to go back to. All I have left is to languish here, day in and day out, fulfilling my duty to my brothers and sisters. And thus, day in and day out, do I toil without a moment's rest, all in the name of our sacred and — Pulura forgive me — pointless duty. But at least I no longer have to keep up this miserable journal."