[[Session 4]] journal by [[Freida]] Cycle 4, Fryda's musings: How many days have I spent, sitting and communing with nature? How many years have I spent, attuning my senses to the beauty and horrors of nature? My whole life, I would think... So HOW did I let myself me surprised, paralysed and nearly killed by a Gods damned tainted tit with tentacles! SHAMEFUL!!! I embrace myself to all my teachings... and not only that, I had to rely on the travelling party. Whilst I will always spout the old knowledge "When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives"... but they may use a life debt to get out of paying me. I know these city folk, always scheming. Thankfully (after being tricked to cross the giant death hole) we left that horrible underground death site. How the Cities go down, Ill never know. The owner was happy, a woman wearing a red cloak in winter (yes, I know, a cloak in winter, what was she thinking?!) walked into the woods, and we heard about a rare white moose in the woods (finally, something I know!). Caleum played a game with a very strange fellow. I know my people skills are lacking but this guy could not read a room. I physically was cringing away. Those poor old dwarves just wanted to let off some steam. Instead, they have some undead zealot with a mouth like a doe's arse, spouting shit about how great freezing to death is and the Queen bitch herself, Auril (fitting name...). I think his name was Sephek... I have an inkling that death waits around the corner for him. We went to find the white moose. Away from the city, I couldn't believe how... confined you feel in them. Disconnected from nature; a world away from the world. It was entirely pleasant... until the party wandered head first into some fey. You know, the creatures that steal your teeth in the dead of night and feast on them like puckle berries. They pretended to be nice and paced some sort of "boon" on us... I am fearful of what the toll will be. In my entire life, the only elves I've met from my homeland are my mother, my mother's mother, and myself. When we came across those elven ruins... I cannot describe the sense of home I felt. Something I have so longed for. I had to stop them from killing the white moose. I cannot describe it, but I feel as if it is a sign, some sort of nature's portent. A Cityier may have tainted their purity with lies and magic, but if there is even a chance I can save it, is it not my sacred duty as a wood elf...?