22nd July, 3222

22nd July, 3222

Good grief. Just as one pointless expedition into the backside of civilisation finishes, another begins.

I always knew that cursed Provost Tredore was jealous of my studies and the success of my experiments.

Why else would he send me, Derion Livingstone, on these 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 stench 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 filthy Tae Ew lizards are stirring up trouble, something to do with a breach into an alter plane. I don't believe 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 - Scrapsnatcher, Aluram, Morkul and Felwah - have asked 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!