Transcript of Tree wizards' journal
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Xazyd Wier
I fled in the night as the turncloaks breached the fortress and I now find myself held up in a great hollow tree that sits amid an overgrown ruin. Tonight I shall sleep here within this tree and then move farther south - perhaps the coast has avoided destruction?
How long has it been? I dreamt of being stuck within a tree, I've written multiple entries yet this seems to only be my second... What vile trap have I willfully climbed into? My dreams were wild and frantic - I first listened in darkness, unable to move or speak, as the town around me was rebuilt for the hundredth time. After that my voice slowly came back to me and as I groaned in the dim light an old woman responded to my drawn out calls in a low rumble, with questions of sacrifice and blood. Visions floated before me just before I awoke. A shadow of a man passed into a tree and a young woman in a red cloak went by leaving a trail of blood.
As my dreams continue they become clearer and much harder to distinguish from reality. I've become one with the tree and its perception of the natural world is far beyond my own. Today I spoke with a young girl who had come from the south, beyond the Humblethorn wood. She looked quite astonished at first, as to be expected as trees rarely spoke with humans. She wondered how a man becomes armoured within a tree like I am and how long I'd been living like that. Why, now that I think about it the weeds seem less lively now, as if growing in reverse. The young girl started to dance around the tree while dressed in silk robes, the moon sat in the sky a harsh crescent drinking in the scene before the great hollow tree. The taste of blood and ash still lingers many moons later.
The moon dies and is reborn over and over and my time within the tree feels like an eternity as ages come and go. War springs up around me time and time again, winged shadows fill the air, 7 heroes, no... 6 heroes, bright lights take flight as a young man fights a horde of horrific demons. Finally it turns to scenes of fire and blood sacrifice as faint screams of ancient forest dwellers echo throughout my branches.