The Journals of Josloy/Jurthe 6, 5677

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Etnyben has seen civilization for thousands of years, and most likely is or at least was the most populated land in the world. Right now, people tend to live in small towns and villages with the occasional city, but these centers of civilization are rare. Prior to the defeat of the Dark Lunari Mathol at Nazada over three and a half thousand years ago and the white plague that spread throughout the land killing everything in its path, there were no doubt millions of people living in Etnyben. Those people left behind countless signs of their existence. Ruins throughout the land give testament to the ability of those people to thrive, even in the shadow of such malevolence as found at Nazada.

We came across such a ruin today, three hours outside of a small village called Darin. We missed them on our way out of Sehol last time because we traveled too far to the north. No doubt, Elendra’Tel would claim it as one of the Seven Cities of Lajolaine had she not seen the map of Zhethou. The road we’re traveling passes through the ruins of what must have been a great city long ago. No structures remain standing, but we can see broken pillars and piles of stones outlining what once were buildings. Even parts of a few walls remain. Elendra’Tel demanded that we spend at least the rest of the day exploring the ruins.

Most of us didn’t find anything, but Elendra’Tel discovered a cave. She saw no Lunari markings, so we’re assuming it’s safe to enter. However, a few paintings near the entrance appeared similar to the paintings the Huvudets showed us depicting their myth of origins. Since Rar is the only one of us with decent experience with the Huvudets, we won’t explore the rest of the cave without him. We’ll go in farther tomorrow morning.

Tonight we’re staying among the ruins while the telefs roam through a nearby forest. I keep hearing them push over trees. I hope the telefs stay in the forest and don’t come pushing down ruins on top of us while we’re trying to sleep.


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