The Lost Days of the Mayfly
Crash Day T+8 hours
We have been in this gods forsaken forest for most of the day now. Evening is breaking rapidly and I can say with sure-ness in my heart that there is something wrong with this place. We have seen hide nor hair of a single beast or bird. The forest is still and silent like death. Liechtenstein remains unconscious, thick black veins are appearing around his eyes. We have tended to him as best we can but there is little we can do except make him comfortable. Mitro is awake, but bedridden, the old man does his best to put on a brave face, but I fear that the wound is grave and his fortitude limited.
Crash Day T+12 hours
Liechtenstein died sometime after writing my first entry. Balgruf had been making his rounds non-stop of all the wounded and by the time he returned to Liechtenstein, he had simply stopped breathing. The black veins took him quickly and now cover most of his body. Balgruf suspects that the infection reached his lungs and simply choked him to death. We have little in the way of supplies and able-bodied crew, so we have wrapped Liechtenstein in canvas and sewed it shut. We will have to have a proper burial once we are free of this place. Sylcaryn, that elf that joined us shortly before we set sail, communicated with me using his magicks. I tried to give him the status of the crew, but something set its will against us. I could hardly hear him. Darkness is falling. We have set a watch. We will all sleep with sword in hand this night. It is already well beyond nightfall, yet sleep does not come easily to any of us.
Crash Day T+18 hours
We are all infected with the veins. Some are seemingly more susceptible than others. I find my eyes scratching and itching like mad. I know that if I were to look at my reflection I would see the veins around my eyes. I remain strong. The dawn is breaking and somewhere in the forest our party is venturing forth to find a way out of this. We was smoke rising on the horizon, perhaps from a battle, perhaps from something else. It is best not to guess or conjecture in times like this.
Crash Day T+?? hours
We killed Liechtenstein. We awoke to screams as a tentacled mass of canvas and blood bludgeoned Merrian to death in her sleep. The cloth sack had hardened, and bled like a creature would have. It was a hard kill. Only going down once The Boulder fired a swivel cannon straight into the center of the wriggling mass. I say we awoke to see this but now I can not recall if I was awake, or day dreaming. The days have become muddled. I can no longer keep track of time. There is a great storm brewing to the East and it calls to me. Some of the others have already succumbed and we have burned their bodies. I do not remember their names. Mitro’s stump is blackened, I fear he will not last. I hope we do not have to burn him as well.