We went forward with our plan to sneak into the caves through the water. I am thankful I know how to swim, but it turns out the waters weren’t too rough. Oddly enough, the first thing we found was this blue gremlin…..creature. Few of us speak his language, and we know little of his race. Still, he seems to be excited to help us. He says, apparently, that he has been banished from his people. Perhaps the kinship I feel is because I can relate in some way. I know what it is like to be ostracized from your kin. Perhaps I am being told falsehoods, as I cannot understand him after all. I do not think my companions would lie to me, however. Either way, the creature has powerful magic and we could use that. Bael, at least, is willing to let him come along due to his magical crafting equipment. How he acquired it I haven’t a clue, but if he is willing to craft or let Bael use it…….I would not say no to improved armaments.
He told us that the mist is caused by an arcane machine, and that it was powered by sacrifices. I wondered if this contraption was the birthplace of the clickers, but it is apparently man-made. We’re set to destroy it, but I had my doubts that it would be that easy….
Our approach was so miraculously easy that I suspected a trap. We passed an empty guard garrison and found ourselves staring at this infernal source. Arria went unconscious for a moment, and she apparently foretold of an ambush. We retreated before an engagement, I do not know if she was right but I felt she was. I thought that she had a bit of Odin’s wisdom, having been resurrected. Apparently, however, she is the child of a God, and not the only one I travel with. I don’t know how well I belong in the company of Demigods, but I will give it my all as to not disappoint. The little blue creature, he has some kind of ritual to keep the mist away. It seems to have worked, but I have my misgivings. It is blessed to some kind of priestess. it’s said that it banished instead of wards, but I concern myself of strange magic from unusual gods.
We are traveling back to the town in order to get reinforcements. It seems Alborg is our eventual destination. I think I have pleased mighty Thor, as I feel stronger – and on the cusp of becoming stronger still. I still don’t know how I will face my kin again. Perhaps it was rash of me to take such offense to their attempts at scorn. I would have preferred to come back after having more heroic deeds under my belt. However, I cannot let my pride keep me from trying to stem this tide of evil. Many have already died, and more will. This is only the beginning, supposedly, as the mists will begin to spread to more populated areas. My blood boils at the thought of more death, destruction and fear. I don’t plan to live in fear, and I won’t let my kinsman die such dishonorable deaths. I know my kin, the men i served with. They deserve a death worthy of Valhalla, not the depths of the underworld. I will protect them from this dishonor, even if my pride be the cost.