Diary of Nyvra, Mistcaller of Hollowroot

Year 144 AE, Day 27 of the Mistmoon Cycle

Today, the mists hung heavier than usual, their tendrils brushing the ancient stones of Hollowroot with a chilling caress. As I walked the familiar paths of our shadowed wetlands, my thoughts lingered on the Memory Drakes. These enigmatic creatures have long held the whispers of our ancestors within their echo-crystals, yet few have dared to seek understanding from them. But the time is nigh; the secrets they guard may be the key to expanding the influence of the Whispering Bloom.

Year 144 AE, Day 29 of the Mistmoon Cycle

Elar the Swayed, ever the strange and enlightened soul, has spoken of an ancient memory locked within one of the Drakes. He believes it holds knowledge of a relic that could strengthen our grasp over the mists that shroud our home. The prospect is tantalizing, and yet, I remain wary. The Memory Drakes are curious but unpredictable, their minds a labyrinth of forgotten lore and enigmatic puzzles.

Year 144 AE, Day 31 of the Mistmoon Cycle

Our venture into the heart of the Mire was met with resistance. Slinkroot, ever mistrustful, expressed concerns over potential intrusions from Galdrowen. I assured him that our path would remain hidden, our intentions guarded by the very shadows we dwell within. Together with Elar, we approached the nesting ground of the Drakes, our presence barely noticed amidst the bramble-thick fog.

Year 144 AE, Day 33 of the Mistmoon Cycle

The ritual commenced under the veil of the Mistmoon. As the Drakes circled above, their echo-crystals shimmering with refracted light, Elar chanted the incantations handed down from our forebears. The air thrummed with anticipation, and as the final words left his lips, one Drake descended, its eyes a mirror of the swirling mists.

Within its mind, I glimpsed a tapestry of memories—a time when Hollowroot was both a sanctuary and a fortress, its power unmatched by any in Elarion. The relic, a stone imbued with the essence of the Duskwyrms, was the source of this strength. But the memory was fractured, its edges blurred by the passage of time.

Year 144 AE, Day 35 of the Mistmoon Cycle

Our discovery has not gone unnoticed. Whispers of Galdrowen’s interest in the Mire have reached my ears, their desire for our resources growing ever stronger. Yet, the knowledge we have uncovered provides a path forward—a way to fortify our defenses and protect our secrets from those who would see them lost.

Year 144 AE, Day 37 of the Mistmoon Cycle

With the memory secured, our work now turns to rebuilding what was lost. The relic, if found, will empower the Whispering Bloom, allowing us to harness the mists with newfound mastery. Hollowroot shall rise again, a bastion of shadow and knowledge, its legacy rekindled by the very secrets that have slumbered in the depths of the Mire.

As I pen these final words, I feel the weight of our history upon me, a reminder of the unseen roots that feed all. Here, in the shadowed wetlands of Duskfall Mire, we shall thrive in darkness, our path illuminated by the echoes of the past.