#merlinos' memento

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✧ The Shaman Antiquity ✧ Merlinos’ Memento

Entry LVI

Eleven months without recovery of any route to Sarasaland. I still struggle to grasp the thought of four separate kingdoms lost without trace.

I recall the years prior, when the strange mists began to set among our routes to Muda. Then, the sea route to Birabuto-- our traders lost to the tides. The lives bafflingly lost to simply feed our own. It should have been clear to me, then...

My starry brethren of the north, I can no longer reach, or even feel. This season will mark the year to finding only mist and soil. It’s as though those thriving lands & their Queen Azalea never existed.

Further still, the nomadic traders among us, who once called the north their home, seem to recall less each passing day. Those who have agreed to speak with our counsel struggle to recall a way home-- as though the very mists permeate their minds.

Is this an extension of The Darkening, or something new? Abandon? Another curse..?

Time weighs on me as I press onward to keep my vow to His Highness. The Quadrant Alliance may be broken, but my honor remains for Mushroom Kingdom-- my brethren, my family.

In the west, Merulius has halted the search for King Croacus’ whereabouts. King Mousta‘s proof of new fortune & the summons from Drai Dynasty cannot be ignored.

Perhaps this Star Piece is a glimmer of hope in the midst of all our trials.

1051, Late Summer