Excerpt from Personal Journal Vol. LXIX wrote:
It’s been several days since my arrival in Skysail and the migratory patterns of the creature popularly known as
Yorion has been a harrowing experience for most of the individuals here, but I have found it absolutely fascinating. The serpent’s adaptation to the upper atmosphere recalls a world I have heard of that has no land. Just an endless
Sea of Clouds for as far as the eye can see, though interestingly, from what I gather, mana still manifests as might traditionally be expected. Once the season is over, I may attempt a sojourn there, though I’ll likely have to ask around the pub for any location I can glean.
The only other noteworthy thing to note as worthy, is… for lack of a better way to say it, I believe I am being followed. Thinking on it, that may not be the best way to put it, but I have seen something out of the corner of my eye. Many times, now that I fully consider the matter.
I can only really describe what I have seen as creature, something resembing a gremlin, or otherwise very similar. Its presence seems almost illusory, never fully seen and only in the periphery. I’ll admit, the first few times earlier this week, I thought nothing of it, thinking perhaps it was the altitude at work.
All harmless enough, but… I’ve started noticing damage to the areas that I frequent.
As I am an outsider, suspicion has quickly fallen upon me, and truthfully I do share their sense of worry, given the rather precipitous nature of their settlement, if it can even be called as such. A great tangle of bridges and buildings all held aloft by balloons and airships, tossed to the mercy of the winds? It’s a frightful thought to consider what may happen.
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The damage is growing worse, and the populace is rightfully growing agitated. Accusations are starting to be lobbed in my direction, but the damage is not easily matched to anything a human could accomplish and reluctantly, the inhabitants seem to agree. I don’t blame them for trying to find someone to blame. Having cleared my reputation, as best could be, I did bring up the possibility of the creature, even going so far as to describe the thing I have fleetingly glanced upon. The strangest thing is that my suggestions were all summarily dismissed.
Further oddity, now that I am aware there may be something skulking in the shadows, is that there have been several times I sensed the creature, yet when I turned to look, it was not there. That in itself, follows the pattern established, but what is strange is that the places I’ve seen the thing were in full view of others, and yet… nobody else seems to have seen it. Even, or especially, when they should have.
My usual curiosity is starting to wane, and my normally docile nature cannot shake an impending sense of dread about the matter.
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At first, I believed it my imagination. However it has been several days of this now, and I begin to doubt my senses. I am… growing anxious.
Beyond the ever mounting unease I feel, and the swiftly escalating degree of damage, I have started to wonder if I am becoming unmoored. I have been around for far longer than mortal men were meant to, and I am dearly aware of the results of exposure to epochs beyond such ken. Walkers as old as I, or even younger, have fallen to a madness, but I do not know if I should even question that I am mad? Would one know to ask of it?
If not for the evidence at hand, I’d worry that I was wrong about the whole affair. That I was truly seeing that which was not there. I am uncomfortable with such introspection at my own sanity.
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Plans are being made to evacuate this portion of the flotilla. I have collected my things and plan my own departure shortly. To this day, nobody believes in the creature I describe, none others have sighted it, and despite the obvious effect it has had, everyone seems to refuse the possibility.
They will not even entertain the thought, and I am at a loss for why.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I am not mad, that what I have seen is real and not a figment. Even as I write this very line, I am confident that the creature staring at me from the porthole is real. I believe it is responsible for the terror of the townsfolk, and that whatever phenomenon exists that keeps it from observation is also what makes them so adamant for its inexistence.
Why, then, it does not work on me, I shall never know.
As fascinating as I find studying the creature might be, that seems… highly improbable. Further, the environment is too precarious for my liking. I hope that it stays in its habitat and leaves me to mine, as I shudder to think what it may be capable of if it should follow me home.