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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jeffwik" data-source="post: 4603229" data-attributes="member: 9739">DAY THIRTEEN, midday. So tired. So much to report. We are collapsed under the canopy of trees, but my description of the biology of the forest will have to wait for another time, for we are all exhausted beyond reason... we were trekking across the forest floor when a group of giant spiders, like the ones the Floxii set on us, and others. Perhaps I should dub this region the Country of Spiders, for surely they are the most fiendish of the beasts we have encountered here. I do not know if they too emigrated from Toril-that-Was, as giant spiders or small spiders that grew under the twin suns of Planet, but they are horrible. I feel we again came very close to death, and all or almost all the healing potions we took from Valley are gone now.Each day I wake reaching further into myself, to draw upon still more and more deeply hidden reserves of strength. The time we spent recuperating in Valley -- just two days ago -- now seems a distant memory. Will we die out here, alone and unmourned on the surface of Planet? Or shall these laborious struggles eventually climax, and recede, and leave us in some kind of peace? Is any peace possible?</blockquote>