Entry #1
Fritz gave this to me a long time ago, before he everything. I guess I should probably start writing in it now. I’ve stumbled on this place called “Glowmire.” The townsfolk are nice enough, but it’s a strange place. It’s surrounded by the Rotten Forest, a forest of… well rotting everything. The trees are decaying, fungi are everywhere and dangerous creatures inhabit the land. The townsfolk have made due in what seems to be the only safe spot around. No one seems to know how to get out. At least no one that did has come back.
I went fishing with a goat-wolf hybrid called “Milo” a while back. We went out onto the open sea, and I hooked a mosasaur. I didn’t get a good look at it except for the head and tail. It was as magnificent as it was threatening. I didn’t want to kill it, so I cut the line and let it go. I hope I can go back and catch it someday.
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I’m out hunting cheetahs now in the Rotten Savannah. I’m accompanied by Azumi and Cassidy. Azumi is a coati I found at the Decaying Sea Cliffs while fishing. I had a dream about Cassidy and finding him here. Everything played out as it did then.
We came across a camp once inhabited by two cooks out in the Rotten Savannah. Java and Joov. One brother went mad with discovery, trying to find everything edible in the forest. The other snapped sometime during their journey, started cannibalizing other adventurers before turning on his brother. It seems someone figured it in time to kill him right after. The brothers were strung up in a bag in their camp. The one who killed Java stayed behind. It seems he killed someone important to them.
Who knows what else is in this forest, if it can even be called just a forest. There are yellow trees, whispering aspens, in the middle of the desert where they should not be. Even the peacefulness of this oasis feels like a mask. We better keep moving.
Winter Month: 3 
Night 
Sleet Moon: 
