06-26-2015, 10:25 AM
Informational Observation Log 007 – Day 19
I’m not quite certain where we are in the Moors. The maps I’ve downloaded are not up-to-date, and none seem to have great detail about this region. I know we are heading in the correct direction based on collated accounts from the soldiers who fought Diablo, but other than that, we’re essentially ‘running blind.’
Mireya mentioned the other day how we’re following in the footsteps of ghosts. I wasn’t aware that ghosts left foot prints, but I suppose her metaphor is nevertheless an accurate one if you crunch the numbers. History states that nearly a thousand soldiers didn’t return with the Kingdom’s Grand Army, so if there are ghosts that haunt the Omniverse, I imagine there’d be more than a few of them in the area.
I wonder what they did with all those bodies after the battle? Is the Black Gate some massive gravestone, littered with the rotten corpses of the Kingdom’s former finest?
The last few days have been uneventful… We skirted around some packs of roving monsters, and at one point, we even came up close to some sort of village. We had nearly walked right into the village square when we realized that the ‘citizens’ were monsters of some sort, with melted flesh and glowing eyes. As we slipped back into the woods, we noticed they were stockpiling raw meat that still clung to humanoid and animal bones.
The closer we get to our destination, the more the climate continues to change. There are more conifers, and my sensors show that humidity has declined sharply. Mireya has been pretty amused, because regions like this are hard to find in the Tangled Green. It’s a shame, because in my world, all she would have to do is take a walk through any part of upstate New York. There are more than enough pine and spruce trees up there…
-end entry-
With a grunt, Proto Man twisted his head around to glimpse into the dense forest. Over the last few days, they’d traveled deep into a taiga. The somewhat withered trees that seemed to be the namesake of the massive region around Darkshire had vanished, and while the atmosphere wasn’t any more welcoming, it was a nice change of scenery. The terrain had also leveled out, so they’d been able to make up for time they had lost while navigating around a handful of less than desirable attractions in the region.
“It’s cold,” Mireya whispered as she emerged from the trees. She had some sort of dead animal cradled in the crook of her elbow. The complaint—and by this point it was legitimate complaining—was rooted in reality. After all, the temperature had fallen toward ‘the low teens’ in terms of degrees Celsius, which meant they were just a chilly night away from entering that area where water started to freeze. “How much longer do you think we have to go?”
“Not sure,” Proto Man replied, his expression somber as he discharged a burst of fire into the pile of sticks, leaves, and branches that formed the center of their camp. “A few days? A week? I think we’re close, but the primary documentation on the Black Gate doesn’t talk a whole lot about pine forests.”
“You think we’re lost?”
The android shook his head. “We’re still going in the right direction… I just think that the terrain has changed over the last few years.”
A scowl spread across the face of half-night elf as she sat down on a log next to her robotic companion. “I suppose that makes sense… A prime could have wandered out here and gone summon happy.” The woman smirked as she jagged a sharpened branch through her food and dangled it over the flames.
“I think we’re probably a few days away from the Frozen Fields, which might have to do something with it as well.”
Mireya nodded. “An entire verse where it’s below freezing most of the time? No thanks,” she declared as Proto Man smiled and shook his head. “Hey, don’t shake your head at me! You’d be shaking in those oversized red booties if you could feel cold.”
“Nah, I’m made of sturdier stuff,” the android said as he stuck out his tongue, prompting the hunter to smack him on the knee.
Informational Observational Log 009 - Day 24
We had a pretty nice day today, if I dare say so myself.
The taiga hasn’t grown any thinner and the temperature is still low, but Mireya hunted some large bear two days ago. She came back wearing its still blood-spattered skin. I tried to highlight how absolutely insane she looked, but she just poked my nose. Is the cold that bad? Is the heat?
Humans are weird.
After that, we were able to cover a lot more ground. If my sources (as fragmented and somewhat unreliable as they may be) are correct, we should be very close to the Black Gate. I don’t know if I believe it… Shouldn’t there be corruption or disease or death all around us if we were close to the lair of the Archdemon? Entire days worth of land in the Tangled Green had been rendered sick and death by the effects of the Blight, but this region of the Pale Moors seemed… almost normal, if such a word could be applied to any place in his verse.
I wonder how much longer we have until--Give me a second, that doesn’t sound like Mireya.
“Mireya?” Proto Man asked, his voice thick with doubt as he turned his focus to his right. After nearly a month of marching, he knew the sound that the hybrid-night elf’s feet made when they crunched down on a branch.
Before he got a response, the tree that stood before him exploded like a bomb.
I’m not quite certain where we are in the Moors. The maps I’ve downloaded are not up-to-date, and none seem to have great detail about this region. I know we are heading in the correct direction based on collated accounts from the soldiers who fought Diablo, but other than that, we’re essentially ‘running blind.’
Mireya mentioned the other day how we’re following in the footsteps of ghosts. I wasn’t aware that ghosts left foot prints, but I suppose her metaphor is nevertheless an accurate one if you crunch the numbers. History states that nearly a thousand soldiers didn’t return with the Kingdom’s Grand Army, so if there are ghosts that haunt the Omniverse, I imagine there’d be more than a few of them in the area.
I wonder what they did with all those bodies after the battle? Is the Black Gate some massive gravestone, littered with the rotten corpses of the Kingdom’s former finest?
The last few days have been uneventful… We skirted around some packs of roving monsters, and at one point, we even came up close to some sort of village. We had nearly walked right into the village square when we realized that the ‘citizens’ were monsters of some sort, with melted flesh and glowing eyes. As we slipped back into the woods, we noticed they were stockpiling raw meat that still clung to humanoid and animal bones.
The closer we get to our destination, the more the climate continues to change. There are more conifers, and my sensors show that humidity has declined sharply. Mireya has been pretty amused, because regions like this are hard to find in the Tangled Green. It’s a shame, because in my world, all she would have to do is take a walk through any part of upstate New York. There are more than enough pine and spruce trees up there…
-end entry-
***
With a grunt, Proto Man twisted his head around to glimpse into the dense forest. Over the last few days, they’d traveled deep into a taiga. The somewhat withered trees that seemed to be the namesake of the massive region around Darkshire had vanished, and while the atmosphere wasn’t any more welcoming, it was a nice change of scenery. The terrain had also leveled out, so they’d been able to make up for time they had lost while navigating around a handful of less than desirable attractions in the region.
“It’s cold,” Mireya whispered as she emerged from the trees. She had some sort of dead animal cradled in the crook of her elbow. The complaint—and by this point it was legitimate complaining—was rooted in reality. After all, the temperature had fallen toward ‘the low teens’ in terms of degrees Celsius, which meant they were just a chilly night away from entering that area where water started to freeze. “How much longer do you think we have to go?”
“Not sure,” Proto Man replied, his expression somber as he discharged a burst of fire into the pile of sticks, leaves, and branches that formed the center of their camp. “A few days? A week? I think we’re close, but the primary documentation on the Black Gate doesn’t talk a whole lot about pine forests.”
“You think we’re lost?”
The android shook his head. “We’re still going in the right direction… I just think that the terrain has changed over the last few years.”
A scowl spread across the face of half-night elf as she sat down on a log next to her robotic companion. “I suppose that makes sense… A prime could have wandered out here and gone summon happy.” The woman smirked as she jagged a sharpened branch through her food and dangled it over the flames.
“I think we’re probably a few days away from the Frozen Fields, which might have to do something with it as well.”
Mireya nodded. “An entire verse where it’s below freezing most of the time? No thanks,” she declared as Proto Man smiled and shook his head. “Hey, don’t shake your head at me! You’d be shaking in those oversized red booties if you could feel cold.”
“Nah, I’m made of sturdier stuff,” the android said as he stuck out his tongue, prompting the hunter to smack him on the knee.
***
Informational Observational Log 009 - Day 24
We had a pretty nice day today, if I dare say so myself.
The taiga hasn’t grown any thinner and the temperature is still low, but Mireya hunted some large bear two days ago. She came back wearing its still blood-spattered skin. I tried to highlight how absolutely insane she looked, but she just poked my nose. Is the cold that bad? Is the heat?
Humans are weird.
After that, we were able to cover a lot more ground. If my sources (as fragmented and somewhat unreliable as they may be) are correct, we should be very close to the Black Gate. I don’t know if I believe it… Shouldn’t there be corruption or disease or death all around us if we were close to the lair of the Archdemon? Entire days worth of land in the Tangled Green had been rendered sick and death by the effects of the Blight, but this region of the Pale Moors seemed… almost normal, if such a word could be applied to any place in his verse.
I wonder how much longer we have until--Give me a second, that doesn’t sound like Mireya.
***
“Mireya?” Proto Man asked, his voice thick with doubt as he turned his focus to his right. After nearly a month of marching, he knew the sound that the hybrid-night elf’s feet made when they crunched down on a branch.
Before he got a response, the tree that stood before him exploded like a bomb.
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