Moira's Journal - Morningthaw 28, 23 P.Y.

I now take shelter in a small circular house made of ice. The sole habitant, a strange, obviously magical creature, by name of The Jolly Snowman has been courteous enough to provide me lodging for the night.

 

It has been a long journey. I left Baishi many days past and traveled north along the eastern coast. I had some wild hope that I might find some secret, some item, some thing...which might be used 'gainst the evil released. My searching yet again proved in vain, and again...my desire to play some role in this...appeared to be merely the dreams of a farmgirl of Istar, rather than noble quest of a warrior of the Brell Clan.

 

I had planned yestereve, to abandon this foolish adventure, yet was stayed by notice from my kinsman, Al-Qadim, that Elysa Strathelar had been seen...yea...and even spoken to some. Her words, as he related, guided us to search the Obsidian Plains, the desert, and the mountains of the north. My heart leapt at this news, and I turned west, making for Neydissa Castle.

 

This past day I have spent searching the mountains west of Neydissa. And though I have not yet found the way suggested by Elysa, I have seen for the first time the crater lake.

From there I have traveled north west...till coming to this place of rest. My kinsman, Itzit al'Thor, touched thought with me but moments ago, my hope is that he, and perhaps others, will join me in this. As he said, it is a large area....

 

I am now renewed. I have, for once, anticipated the time and the place, and now, for the first time since I stood with Nina in the Dires, have a chance to see the undoing of the undoing. Upon the 'morrow, I again search, and with Asheron's blessing...perhaps I shall yet have hand in caging that which has been freed....

 

-Moira

Morningthaw 28, 23 P.Y.