Just when I think we are back on track and pursuing our original goal we seem to immediately run into more trouble. The Myconid seem harmless enough but I can’t shake the feeling that all these mind links my companions are creating are not wise in the long run. Nevertheless it seemed practical to join their odd circle and sleep as we desperately needed the rest. Dragor is the dwarf that seems to bind this group together and they seem to be struggling without him, so we need to hurry up and find him.
Today brought terrible news as we woke to discover two more members of our party missing. At some point in the night Ranina and Azgan disappeared, and Jhornim and Aeric seemed to be affected in an odd way. Despite my best efforts I could not track the missing two – there were just too many footprints leading in too many directions – but eventually Jhornim found their discarded gear (although only the metal items, just like with Dragor.)
Once again Aeric and Orlof connected with the Myconid in their way (I can only wonder whether this has led to their odd behavior upon awakening) while Jhornim and I waited impotently. After another long walk through seemingly unending fungus forests we reached their leader and it became clear that something was terribly wrong. And once again we would need to correct this in order to find our missing comrades and continue on our journey. We followed our guide until we needed to stop for sleep again, although I feel as if these creatures could continue on forever without rest.
I had terrible dreams last night. Sickly, morbid images of rot and decay filled my mind and I awoke to a sensation of foreboding and a craving for something that I could not quite put my finger on. Jhornim and Aeric woke up rocking and tapping again, and seemed disturbed by what they had seen in their dreams too. Orlof performed a very odd pantomime with the weapon that the group seemed equal parts afraid and protective of. He seemed satisfied by his performance but Aeric was not impressed at all. At some point I need to find out exactly what is going on with that but now is not really the time for questions. On our way to our destination we encountered a carnivorous plant of some type which took great delight in biting me repeatedly. After killing it we pressed on and reached a large Zirkwood tree that seemed affected by some kind of illness or disease, and ultimately dispatched this foe too. Our Myconid guide seemed very distressed by his inability to communicate with what I can only assume was usually a faithful servant, but it was becoming clear that whatever illness was spreading through the Myconid was affecting their servants too.
After scaling a great cliff Jhornim and Aeric were faced with a grotesque scene. A great field of half buried rotting creatures stretched out in front of them and they were faced with the horrific task of finding of finding the missing dwarves. I only had a glance at the scene as I finally reached the top and I will never forget the sight (or the sound.) As I came over the edge I could see Jhornim digging into the ground as Aeric fought off a large number of half dead foes. Finally I realised that they had discovered our long lost companion Dragor as Jhornim dragged his unconscious body towards the cliff edge.
Tonight I pray for a decent sleep, free from strange visions and cravings. I dread to think what my travel companions are experiencing while buried in that garden of horrors but I fear they will suffer lingering effects. And what were we to do about this horrific scourge that is destroying the Myconid world?