Sar, the 7th of Aryth
The rumble of the nearby waterfall and rapids must have hit a nerve deep down in Dadak’s psyche. I woke from a deep slumber to the sound of Dadak jumping up and roaring at the four visible moons. Instantly, I was standing next to him, sword drawn, and searching the dark Xen’Drik jungle for threats. The light of Pol’s huge mind-blade helped the dying fire to push back the darkness, but still nothing came to challenge us. Joffa’s dark shape hidden in one of the trees was only betrayed by the twitching of the end of his tail hanging down. Chydak, in a drug induced stupor, as usual, only lay there with unblinking eyes.
It took Dadak several minutes to calm down enough to tell us his tale about his father, hideous serpents, a dark priest and darkness and despair. I sensed that he had not told us all that he knew, from the long pauses in his speech. He seems unsure that it was a true dream, and I agree, but once I caught a troubled glint in Pol’s eye and he wandered off to meditate alone for a while even though he had already meditated once tonight; unusual.
Mayhap the excitement of our encounter with the hippo and a trio of lizardmen earlier in the day had helped to trigger this “memory”. It was a straightforward fight. The docile herds of hippos we passed all morning, contentedly munching on the grasses along the banks of the Korir River, had lulled us into a false sense of security until that lone hippo charged at us. It was only then that we noticed the three lizardmen prodding at it with spears and banging loudly upon their hide shields were the cause of the attack. The hippo came at the lead canoe, the one holding Dadak and me, in a huge wave that overturned us as we prepared ourselves to respond. Somehow Dadak was able to finish his spell, even underwater, and summoned two croco-gators to menace it. I expertly dove off the bow towards two of the onrushing lizardmen. In the second canoe, Joffa, unable to get a clear shot because of the overturned canoe ahead of them, paddled furiously to get him and his new friend closer to the action. Ja’Redd stood in the bow with a hand crossbow launching bolts at the large creature. The detonation of a couple of Chydak’s grenades from the third canoe scarred the back of the hippo as Nkechi and Pol paddled around Joffa’s canoe. Chydak managed to keep Pol within range of the hippo by paddling for all he was worth so Pol could bring his strength and glowing mind blade down upon the beast. Frustrated with paddling, Joffa slipped overboard and swam forward and helped me overcome the two lizardmen accosting me. We turned to menace the hippo and the last lizardman. They were quickly overcome.
Later in the day, and several miles upriver, we could hear the roar of the waterfall ahead and we made camp for the night. The hippo meat Pol saved made a great meal.
—From the log of Kreshton Rel’Astra