Spring 21

  Thought I heard the drums in the mountains of Ruhum

  Found nothing but an empty mine

  Looked recently looted; smelled foul

  Too close to where I and the Wyrm dueled. Too many echoes still ringing

  While I was there, checked the deeper mounts

  Found several valleys swimming with fresh lava

  Another couple years and that torrent will crest the lip and roll over the western plains

  Spring 22

  Two bodies washed on shore. Drained to husks.

  Same area as that squid

  Drums never sounded. Something is trying to be quiet

  Spring 23

  Stolen novel; please report.

  Eastern tribe ambush on patrol

  Interesting that they quicken to my thunder when Grace deafens the men of the west

  Grace remains a strange dance; to stand before a man and wonder what he glimpses of Truth

  Arrow collection at sixty

  Spring 24

  A whale sang to me. Led me into the depths. Led me to my quarry

  Felt nice to get the drop on a big shard for once.

  Should learn how to talk to whales

  Where does one even start?

  Spring 25

  Little biter out in the jungle. Some kind of imp that ate something foul

  The sylphs helped expunge it, united in beautiful song

  It is not my imagination; the creatures never swarmed like this before Lumia

  They continue to evolve

  What else is Verdandi cooking in her emerald laboratory?

  Spring 26

  Still getting complaints about Iris

  Hells, I have held screaming toddlers less entitled!

  Maybe I should take one or two of them along on patrol

  Let them try their hand at it

  Spring 27

  Mad mage on the Plateau – two scale fragments

  Sylph storm tantrum at the Whistler retreat – no scales

  Two vessels in the north – one regular monster and one scaled leviathan

  All within an hour!

  Ah, Spring…

  Spring 28

  I heard a cry in the desert of what we have sacrificed

  I found an ancient phoenix

  Haggard and worn and unwilling to accept peace

  How far he soared to challenge me in those sands

  He yearned for the release of his final battle

  Birth and death in flame

  I remain to contemplate the aftermath once more

  Spring 29

  Fled the Conclave for the drums

  Reporters are going to have a field day with that one

  What was I supposed to do? Leave those delvers to die?!

  One miner mentioned they searched for “black opals”

  That others searched as well

  From the high to the low, the Wyrm scattered his seeds well