Log #XX04
Harvest - Day 19
Sgt. Jelly

It has been nearly a month since my last report. Pop and I were stuck in that den with the broch family for the better part of a week before Beeps was able to find us. I swiftly sent a report back home and Bean sent the rescue crew within days. Fortunately, Pop's leg isn't broken. But he's hobbling around while his armor is being repaired.

In the meantime, I've been solo patrolling around my old family den in Darkspine. The Kapura are great hunting practice for Coco and I so we can keep our skills sharp while Pop recovers. It has also given me plenty of time to analyze our last battle and has left me ruminating fiercely about the source of that dangerous poison. Hmmm.

Log #XX05
Harvest
Sgt. Jelly

I visited with my parents and their pack for a few days. Of course, they were terribly worried about Pop's recovery. I ended up telling the entire tale of our time in Goldsea, and they were shocked to hear that I was able to take down the Consumed Canictonis on my own with a poisoned dagger.

While Darkspine packs are famous for their covert activities and political machinations, my mother whispered that she had not heard of their alchemists discovering a poison so lethal. The concern in my mother's voice gave me pause. To have been entrusted with that responsibility without even knowing the risks...

Due to Pop's injuries and ongoing rest, the report I gave to Balka was brief. She said that the upper ranks would want to speak to both of us in due time. The fierce Dire's eyes twinkled ever so subtly when I told her about the dagger that slayed the beast, but she didn't press for more information. It's feels like I'm waiting to be swallowed.

Log #XX06
Harvest
Sgt. Jelly

I write, surrounded by my brothers and our companions, in our camp at the edge of Murkwood and Darkspine. Somehow, I managed to avoid falling into the pit that had opened up in my stomach when I arrived back at the Sunlit Grove. Like I expected, Pop, Bean, and I were summoned by Balka and the den leadership shortly after my return. But instead of any discussion of the dangerous dagger, we were joined by dozens of other warriors and the clairvoyant Melina.

A strange and skinny wolf, Melina was quaking on her paws, barely strong enough to remain standing. Her eyes were covered, but she licked her lips nervously and panted softly the entire time. She spoke in a dazed, crowing way about poisonous energy flowing into Darkspine. It was a wave -- a tsunami -- from Mistvale to the Darkspine territories. They needed help. The wolves of Loria had to act now to prevent the tide of Chaos!

Off we went. In our teams, we were supplied and given our orders to assist our Darkspine allies. I briefly tried to speak with Balka, but she shook her head at me and said another time.

So here we are. It feels like I left the pit back at home. Maybe Melina will shake for my bad omens when I return.

Log #XX07
Harvest
Sgt. Jelly

We spent the day hunting for supplies and getting our bearings in the southeast woods near the Murkwood border. With plenty of rabbit meat in our stomachs and satchels, we climbed a ridge and set up camp for the evening. As dusk fell over the woods, we felt a rumble in the earth. Snap and Coco reacted warily, while Beeps flew high into the sky to scout the source. He alerted us with frantic beeps, and our party gathered at the edge of the ridge. We were almost 40 feet above the forest floor below.

And thank Luana we were, because just moments later the whining bellow of a Brother blared, and a herd of deer came into view. The herd of Consumed Brothers thundered through the woods, trampling the brush and scaring rabbits and birds from their homes. There were hundreds of Brothers. Even does with fawns at their sides were charging blindly in their consumed rage.

It is a shame Melina was right.

I had Bean send Beeps back to the den with news of what we saw. Tomorrow we will follow the trail and try to pick off any stragglers. Hopefully we'll meet up with other teams to make some active plans to separate the herd.

Log #XX08
Hunter
Sgt. Jelly

It has been a miserable week in Darkspine. The thunderous hooves of the Consumed Brother herd echo in my nightmares. The size and noise of the herd makes it easy to evacuate dens and territories in their way, but their speed and ferocity has made hunting them exhausting. Pop and Bean have been requesting a lot of rest as we travel. Pop is still recovering from his shoulder injury and Bean is simply not used to this much fieldwork.

We met up with our mother's pack, the Grove's closest ally, and were put in touch with a group of Darkspine warriors that are handling the herd. We've joined their efforts and have slain over a dozen Brothers and various other creatures consumed by their Chaos in the week we've been here. Based on the warriors guild's estimates, about 70 percent of the Consumed herd remains.

The guild is working to encircle the herd, then drive them towards a nearby ravine. Pinned, it should be simple for archers and magicians to pick off the Brothers safely. The size, antlers, and hooves of the Brothers make our style of close combat particularly risky. Even Coco's foresight can only help so much. We will continue to pick off stragglers as we find them and assist in the evacuation efforts while the warriors guild finalizes their plans to cull the herd.