Diary of a GalkaFollow

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Actually thats the next instalment I was bored and did a random shout not expecting any replies and got some help, I just need to confirm the name of two more people since I forgot to write the names down.

Tavnazian Magistrate is a forgotten land isolated by the devastation wrecked upon it during the Great War. It would have existed only in stories to me had I not been recruited to investigate a series of shattered crystals and the emptiness that dwelt inside of them. Together with a band of fellow adventures, Hikigaeru, Chiyoyo, Krieg, Claivin, and Neoloop we fought our way through the emptiness emanating from Mea, Holla, and Dem. We emerged on the other side on the distant shores of Lufiase meadows. This place holds a beautiful yet tragic atmosphere to it. The landscape is one of pure beauty but everywhere one looks are signs of the past war. Ruins of buildings and remnants of the beastman armies fill the landscape. At night legions of formors roam the terrain the slain defenders of Tavnazia unable to rest. Some of these in particular trouble me for amongst their ranks are undead Galka. This is troubling because when my race dies we are reincarnated and begin life again yet these seem to be stuck in the plane of existence between death and rebirth. Yet enough about that. I write in this journal again from Bastok because of events that have happened as of recent.

A group of adventurers myself, Chiyoyo, Hikigaeru, Neoloop, Krieg, and Hellonearth were tasked with investigating the strange disturbances that have overtaken Cape Riverne. This disturbance has ruptured the landscape and left parts of it seemingly defying gravity, with the only way to traverse between spots is through spatial distortions. The area was full of monsters I had not seen before most notably wyverns and hippogryph. We fought several of these strange creatures as they decided to attack us and while they were not the most difficult of fights they were far from easy. Slowly we made our way to the top chasing the young elvaan named Prishe and a trio of trouble making taru’s the Chibukki triplets. It was at the top that we observed the strange Nag'molada singing. To our amazement a large wyvern soon appeared declaring himself the wyvern king and spoke of an ancient alliance between himself and the Kuruu against the Ziliart. As he and Nag'molada spoke an armored airship appeared manned by the strangely tuniced people I have seen in Jueno. They proceeded to attack the wyvern and as Prishe attempted to intervene sent out three soldiers to deal with her. Since we were currently in the employment of Prishe it fell upon us to deal with these three attackers. While they possessed great power they soon fell silent. Before we could turn our attention to the airship however the wyvern broke free and we were all rendered unconscious.

We regained our senses on a not-so-distant shore for we had found ourselves in my homeland in Bastok.