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Message: <blockquote data-quote="freebfrost" data-source="post: 2763705" data-attributes="member: 3713">It seems like ages since I wrote my thoughts in this journal - this Tome of the Trees, but in reality it has only been a few days. After fighting the metal monstrosity, which was finally crushed into pieces under a section of wall hurled down from above by the ever-resourceful (and cute) Blackjack, we encountered some kind of reptilian beast. It was not amenable to parlay, and was unfortunately feral enough that it had to be destroyed lest it harm us. A shame. Perhaps it was something that the lizardfolk would have understood and cherished, perhaps as a guardian. I recovered some of its eggs, but do not have much hope of their surviving the journal back to the swamp - nevertheless, I shall attempt it. There was more to the cliff dwellings than met the eye. A number of hidden rooms were found, one of which contained unliving abominations! Luckily, the cleansing purity of fire quickly put an end to their unnatural unlife. It was the rats who told me of the secret room - hidden behind a collapsed tunnel. In it, we found a strange picture - most unnerving. It was a view of the valley as if one was looking at it from high atop a peak, yet it was painted in an underground room. For what purpose, I do not know. It was there we saw revealed a tower of crystal that seemed to rise from a wooded area where the great swamp now lay. Who build the crystal tower and what it contained - there was no sign or description. Perhaps it is still there? My companions seem to think so, and it appears that the mystery continues as we are heading there now. Comfort always told me to avoid the swamp and the horrors within. Could this be a test also? Maybe she awaits me there? [LATER] I have braved the town with my companions. A town priest was less than helpful and for some reason my friends wish for me to cover up my breasts? Maybe they do not appreciate the charms of a woman? I have heard of such things. But finally I have word from my Aunt. She had left a letter with a man - Karsten Barlow, a carpenter of some skill- and a gift - a most excellent wooden stave. But of her whereabouts and the method to this madness, there is no sign. Do I continue my search for her alone, or do I travel on with my companions? Perhaps she meant me to meet others in this way? I wish I knew what to do next...</blockquote>

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