Watcher-in-the-Waves

The wave has hung there for days. Just off the horizon. Still water or storm. Never breaking, never shrinking. Some of our crew claim it is a blessing of Raun. Others fear it is a [demonic entity] hunting the ship. I am not sure, though it would be a strange blessing indeed.
-excerpt from journal of an ancient Elysian sailor

Wiindigoo

Camp quiet, no signs of life. Remains of all but one soldier accounted for. Signs of struggle/severe injuries. Bones picked-clean. Unknown teeth marks noted. Food provisions ransacked. Possible new large predator in area. No notable tracks/markings. Will search for missing soldier and return by morning. Advise mage support for future outposts.
-Final communication from scouting party of Lt Rectfeld

Williwaw

"Treat a stranger as you would a williwaw: be kind but never turn your back."
-Northern Ordinian proverb

Preserver

"What causes these regions of petrification is unknown but the process seems to be absolute. Anything left within long enough will invariably, and irrevocably, be turned to stone. Be it trees, grasses, birds, insects, humans. Even the soil has solidified, making it impossible to take samples without a hammer and chisel."
-Notes on the Stone Steppes by Keeper Bato

Snow Oracle

I'll tell ya, in all our battles it just never occurred to me to fear death. It would be there at the end one way or another. Just one more journey to take, I suppose.

Then I heard the old crone sing to the snow. The words were in a language like nothing we'd ever heard, if they even were real words. But we knew it all the same. Felt it. And it chilled us in a way the icy wind never could. It wasn't a threat or warning. More a story. A story about death. But . . . not death the way we know it. As the living see it. It wasn't about suffering or dying, or loss. No. This was the song of someone who had died. And returned. Of someone that's seen what's on the other side.

I tell ya, I never feared death. But I do now.

-Testimony of Klin Bersk, Mercenary and Adventurer

Mist Raven

Sparrow made a clatter
around seeds a-scattered
and invited all the rest
tiny Robin-Red
ate worms instead
but joined on in the fest

Heron had trout
Duck had sprouts
sir Owl dined on voles
but when the fog came through
and nobody flew
the mist-bird ate their souls

-Ordian nursery rhyme

Earthmason Hive

A mile beneath the surface, nothing but natural caves for days and suddenly THIS. A city?! It looks to have been abandoned for years, but its fully furnished. It'll make a damn fine base camp for further exploration. If not for all the bugs it would be perfect.
-Communication from surveyor Dunia to Archmage Berggren