Entry 1 — Grounded
The crash… I still can’t believe it. The Orebringer hit hard, tearing through the atmosphere and scraping across the mountains. Hull’s half-bent, engines buried in rubble, and half our cargo lost in the spin.
We’re lucky any of us made it out alive. The crew scrambled what we could from the wreck, setting up makeshift shelters in the hold and the cargo bays. Food’s rationed, water’s scarce, and the Aetheris veins are unstable, but it’s all we’ve got to keep the forges running.
Everyone’s tense.
Everyone’s Tired.
Just one breath at a time.
— Drexil Gearmane
Entry 2 - Beyond the wreckage
The heaters are failing again. Without the Aetheris shards, the hull gets bitterly cold at night, and the crew starts stiffening in the hold. So today, we had no choice but to venture out beyond the smashed decks and into the jagged terrain around the crash site.
The landscape’s worse than I expected. Metal and rock twisted together like some iron tomb. Every step crunches on slag and shards. But we found something useful: old mine entrances carved into the cliffs, partially collapsed but still accessible.
We’ve marked a few of them for exploration. If the veins inside still hold any ore, it could keep the heaters running and maybe give the forges a spark. I can feel the lads’ nerves though… it’s not just the cold they’re worried about. Something about those shadowed entrances feels… wrong.
Still, we need the ore. No warmth, no survival. We’ll see what the mines have left for us.
— Drexil Gearmane
Entry 3 - Noises Again?
Back in the shafts today. Should’ve been routine crystal hauling, but the lads froze up when the lights started strobing off the Aetheris veins. Like the stone itself was pulsing.
Then came the noises — low, wet, like metal being bent underwater. Not echo, not gear strain. Wrong. Too wrong. Felt it in my chest more than my ears.
Kerrin dropped her pick and bolted. Can’t blame her. Rest followed not long after, leaving carts half-loaded. I stood a while longer, listening. Thought I caught… voices? Or maybe my head playing tricks.
We sealed the shaft for now. Wrote it off as bad air and unstable veins, but I don’t believe it. The stone’s hiding something. And whatever it is, I don’t think it wants us here.
— Drexil Gearmane