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Good grief. Just as one pointless expedition into the backside of civilisation finishes, another begins.
I always knew that cursed Provost Tredare was jealous of my studies and the success of my experiments.
Why else would he send me, Derion Livingstone, on thses Gods-forsaken errands, and not one of the seemingly endless supply of novices that he foolishly admits to our dear Academy of Arcane Sciences?
Jealousy, simple jealously.
We'll see who it is that has the last laugh when I return. I have plans for our Provost.
23rd, July 3222
It seems that we're destined for the Feerrott, if there were a more dingy and unsanitary place, then I am quite certain that i've not heard of it.
Between the stnch of oggok, the Gypsy-infested Mountains of Rathe and Innothule Swamp, I cannot imagine a place i'd rather be less. Even the blasted druids threw cabbage at us as we passed the Old Rings.
Provost Tredore claims that the fithy Tae Ew lizards are stirring up trouble, something to do with a breah into an alter plane. I don't belive it for a moment.
24th, July 3222
Curiouser and curiouser. We reached the outskirts of the Tae Ew temple this morning, it certainly appears...different.
There is a distinct taint in the balance of the planar forces here, emanating from the temple itself. Could that fool Tredor have been correct?
My faithful servant, Kinopio, is setting up the tents. The juniors assigned to me - Scrapsnatchger, Aluram, Morkul and Felwah - have asked to leave for the evening.
I am not a cruel man, we shall begin in earnest tomorrow. Besides, Kinopio has some rather decent pipeweed.
25th July, 3222
Felwah seems to have a touch of madness this morning, blathering about monsters in her dreams.
Arcane Sciences cannot depend on the ramblings of the weak-willed.
I have ordered the doors to the temple to be forced open - let us see what these scienceless heathens are up to! Onwards!