_Special Thanks to [Ghaz](Ghaz) for transcribing these true qeustions and answers from [Bound and Broken](Bound%20and%20Broken.md) S2 E17+18_ - >[!info|no-i clean]- ### Information Discovered >The ancient greater spirits placed the druid groves, not the druid themselves > >No evidence of the world seed in Corvanis, as if it was prevented. >[!info|no-i clean]- ### Studying the Ontvanti > >With your training and medicial knowledge and your training as a druid you stumble upon something else > >The Ontvanti spirits do not actually appear to be natural. It appears this continent was not properly seeded. The druids speak of a seeding of a world of which the green pantheon holds sway. >However, what you have been able to notice is there is life here. The leylines are accessed however with as long since been thought by druids is they have lost their old groves. The problem is actually far deeper. They leylines are sick and have been for a very long time. With any sickness there has to be source and the symptoms of that sickness indicate something greater. You start to see there are points in the leyline that indicate a breakdown in the planar veil. There are other events you don’t know of that reference the weakening of the veil. Even the church of Mytheria and the demonic incursions are a symptom. >The Ontvanti spirits and how they came to be worshiped as the natural elements of balance in this land. There is something else that is missing. There is no world seed as is recorded here but there is still life. How is there life? With your medical knowledge you research how could there be life but no purpose or will. >The first grove in Corvanis is not spoken or nor referenced to except for one instance. Supposedly, where the first circle and sigil can be found, it was only ever referenced as something that always existed but not quantified. As if it was an ideal. In one piece of text that references the first grove, as if by a mother speaking of a stillborn child. A false life. At the very end describing this it ends with the phrase: “Blood of my blood. The touch of a Stranger.” >[!info|no-i clean]- ### Radio’s Question: Where is Mytheria? >*The vision points to a location at the center of the Demon Waste* >[!info|no-i clean]- ### The Future of the Party > >The Future of the Grey Ancient: You can see a stretch of isles. Each isle has a different temple lit with a sacred fire. Within the center in the oldest temple of all. Hidden beneath blood, beneath honor, beneath knowledge, and beneath balance you find the Grey Ancient and its chains are broken. > >No groves are listed in the Ontvanti Isles, but that is strange if it is the origin points of the ancients. They must be a foreign presence posing as a natural one. >Mazekeen recognizes the strange placements of where the spirits are supposed to be reminds her of something. She recognizes the temples are aligned in the form of a constellation. This collection of stars is known in Corvan as “The Wounded Moon.” > >This is in reference to a geographical body. In old Corvan it was known as “The Wounded Moon,” but now it is known as “Oliean Draiochta: The Isle of Mana.” There is no reference as to what is actually on there. It isn’t just not mentioned, but some of the text has been REDACTED, pages missing and information scrubbed. The systematic manner in which it has been done has led you to wonder and ascertain to why? The First Grove. >[!info|no-i clean]- ### Blood of My Blood > > >As you begin to read you recognize that this tome is not a tome of an academic kind but a collection of first hand accounts. A journal of one who traveled across the strait and investigated the first grove. > >First, it reveals that this tome is several hundred years old. It speaks of a time before Mytheria when multiple city-states made up Corvanis. Specifically at the time of this journals writing is at the time of the war between Arlot and Saff, the city-states that later formed Aldafife and Sapphira. It was in that war that this particular journal was written. The account describes an isle to the northwest in which emanations from the shamans and seers kept speaking of them. So, this intrepid explorer set off to find what secrets lay there. > >It is here that the account has written the following. It appears the individual has only risked 5 days on the island, but what is written describes a horrifying place. A place where the trees are like flesh. Creatures rise up from the ground and devour one another. Mana is suffused everywhere, so much so life grows wildly out of control, contorting into new and horrifying forms. > >The author describes that his vessel to transport him there was almost immediately destroyed upon making landfall. He escaped with few of his comrades deeper into those strange jungle. It was there trying to find some signs of the druids, some signs of civilization, some peace and tranquility he found only death and hunger. > >One by one his companions dissipated into the maws of some great beast or turning into dust and ash from one of the wayward mana storms. Eventually the journal describes that he arrived at the center of the island which is an inlet surrounding an even smaller isle. In the center he finds a grotesque tower which he describes in detail. It has strange markings upon it which are written within on the journal. After transcribing those he describes an unsavory feeling. A feeling as if he was being watched, as if something else is here, far worse. > >However to value the sacrifice his comrades made, he decided to cross the inlet to discover what lies at the edge of the tower and what truly could be within. He journeyed as far as he dared and what he found there is a large piece of metal, not stone, but metal. As if the entire tower is made out of steel. A feat the author believes to be impossible. It appears on the edge is some kind of writing, a mural. He also remarks there is a terrible smell that emanates outwards and a strange light glowing at the top. > >Fear getting the better of him, the author decides to retreat. As he does so, he leaves quickly using what remnants of the vessel that he can braving the sea itself rather than staying on the island and risking its wrath. He describes the island itself as watching him with pale sickly eyes as if reaching out towards him. > >It is at this point the journal is cut off and replaced with another person’s handwriting. “As a promise to my father, I will continue to finish his journal. My father returned from his voyage forever changed. He would scream randomly and look toward the sky seeing things none the rest of us saw. His final years were ones of terror and torment. He slept little and ate even less. He was shriveled and a husk at the end. In his final moments, he asked me to finish his journal.” > >“Blood of my Blood. One of three. Nothing is Sacred.”