We sail west-northwest with the breeze from the west increasing steadily. Cloudy, with unending rain. 2 knots, steady. We are about 600 miles under sail. Unseasonal dampness and warmth threatens to spoil provisions. Crew is haggard and morale is low with none in command sleeping nigh three days. Have the alchemists of the Old World sent us to our deaths chasing a fairytale?\n“Mere Courage” Log 13

Journey to Aeternum, Fragment 1

Journey to Aeternum

The storm has become nigh unbearable. Gale winds, heavy bursts, roiling sea. The sleepless Captain insists we push ahead, his fixation on the vial of azoth onboard is too strong to combat. The substance is said to multiply the natural properties of all things, but the only thing I have seen it do is increase the Captain's possessive nature and secretive ways. He mutters to himself about a land of conflict, conquering, and endless azoth. None dare challenge him.\n“Mere Courage” Log 17\n

Journey to Aeternum, Fragment 2

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