Harpa 16th, 417 I.E
The wave gently washes ashore, and the wind blows. Sol's rays touch the lands, and very few clouds were seen across the blue sky. A blue Tralian Heeler and her seven-year-old sister played along the shoreline when they spotted a boat in the distance. "Isn't that the voyage ship that the tradies went on?" The little sister spoke to her ten-year-old sister. 

"Yeah, I think soo Bing. Quick, let's tell mums." Bluey says as she and Bingo went back to the safety of the village in search of their mother, who is at home, roasting Tusk-face (Boar) meat above the fire. The girls return to inform their mother about the coming ship. Chilli looked towards the beach and saw the boat making contact with the shore. "Oh my," says the red heeler mother who led her daughter back to the shores where the boat had landed. Minutes later, they returned to the beach and went towards the boat. 

Chilli felt like something was off about the boat. No one was around, nor was anyone else alerted to the presence of the boat. It also had a horrid stench to it, worse than the feces of a beast. Upon further inspection, the smell got worse, and the buzzing of flies could be heard the closer the ladies got to the longship. 

Soon they discover the source of the order as it is the corpse of one of the Sea raiders. A Vaconis hound whose body lay lifeless. The girls jump back. Bingo vomits from both the sight of the corpse and the smell that fills her lungs. Horrified, Bluey spoke, recognizing the person as Chocolate Milk from weeks before. "He was with the other guy. They came here about a week ago to led a expedition to the otherlands." Bluey tells her mum as Chili notices a notebook beside the corpse. She tried not to breathe as she attempted to grab the book to see maggots underneath the book. She brushes off the remaining maggots from the book, and without hesitation, she and her daughters leave the area in a haste. 

They ran from the spot, towards the village's hall to inform the Saekonungr Bob, father of her husband. They reach the hall and enter to see Bob and Chris beside their thrones. "What is wrong, my dear?" asked Chris. 

"The ship from the tradies arrive and one of them died on their way here. This book is all that's left from Chippy."

"What happened to chippy?" Bob asks Chilli as Bluey says that he's dead, and the longship stunk as little white worms were wiggling all over the interior of the boat. "Say now, I'll send a few to burn the boat. For now, do you have the book Chili?"

Chili shows Bob the book she recovered from the corpse. He tells her to do what she wants with the book, and she and her daughters leave. An hour later, within the day, Bluey got curious and decided to read the book. The cover was made from leather with several pages of paper inside that detail the events of their expedition. She opens the book and begins to read the first page of Chippy's journal. 
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Einmánuður 4th, 
After hiring some of the people of Brisheim, we began to sail east out from the ancient land of Pangaea towards what the strange ones called "Valkaria". A land opposite of Pangaea and the home of the ones who call themselves Humans. Humans know no other language than the same language we speak. 

Einmánuður 6th
Sparky, our chief, said that we would be in this Valkaria land pretty soon. The sea is as vast as the void beyond this world. Some of the crew were dreadful, and others were hopeful that there was some form of gold or other forms of treasure. My girlfriend Cherry, the solaris hound hope to find gold in this Valkaria. All there is to eat out here are swimmers. Only if there were other things that Mitra could gift us with besides fruit. Mitra, damn the sun, our fur can only do so much as we exhaust due to the heat. Sparky reassures that they will be arriving in due time in Valkaria. 

Einmánuður 7th
We arrive somewhere, I thought it was Valkaria, the beach was nothing but sand. I mistake that we made it to Tralia or even home (Vaconis). The crew, even Cherry and sparky were confused by this, but nevertheless, we made a camp near the longship. Something about the air felt funny. It smelled bad, I dismissed it as just seawater and left it was that. 
Me and Cherry were tasked to hunt something with savory meat. We gathered our bows, arrows, and swords and went off. She noticed the quality of the air and how it smelled like something was rotting. It got bad, but not unbearable. The sand looked alien, having a sickly green look rather than the yellowish-orange look like the sands of Vaconis or even Tralia. We spent an hour hunting for anything, but there was nothing around say the birds, which contain little meat in them. 
It didn't take long when me and Cherry found a swift horn (Gazelle) that looked off. It looked sick and ridden with a form of plague. Its eyes were red and itchy, and boils riddled its body. It looked starved and deprived of food. I could see the ribs of the Swift horn. It walked lamely and even coughed. 
We couldn't eat it as we were afraid that we would get sick. On our way back to the camp, Cherry look behnd her and stared at something. I asked her what it was and she said that she could see robed figures off the distance from where we stood. I brush my fur from my face to get a clear look at something from afar. It just stood there looking back from its hood cover face. I told her to keep walking and not to look back, and before I knew it, we began to run. We ran until we made it to the camp and informed Sparky, the mastiff. We looked concern and some of the crew looked startled. He assured his crew that if these people attacked, they would be ready and not show fear of the savage.  

Einmánuður 8th
Me and Cherry went away from the crew for a walk. The smell never went away, and Sol is just rising to shine light on the land. Sleep was tedious because of the smell and the sound of flies. She couldn't bear the smell much longer. One member of the crew, Alfie the Dingo from Tralia, began to show signs of Sickness. His eyes were red and itchy like the Swift-horn we saw from yesterday. 
Something got him sick, but there were no signs of Tailstings (Scorpions) or Eightlegs (Spiders) or even serpents. Strange because he was healthy when we arrive here to his land, the people began to name Green-sand.  
Me and Cherry walk about talk about our feelings about the Green-land. She remains hopeful for treasures, while I feel unease from yesterday with the robe figure. In fact, it wasn't long until we saw the robe figure from afar, but this time there were more of them, and some even wore what looked like crude scraps for armor. They didn't make any signals or even sound, they just stood there watching us. I raised my hand, and then they made their move. They move slowly, but they were coming towards us. Me and Cherry began to run towards camp, I warned the crew of a possible encounter with the natives, and they spoke among themselves. Sparky got out of his tent, armed with his two handed sword, and said, "What in Votinn's name is going on here?" 
He looked towards the hill, in fact, we all did, and we saw them. upclose the robe people wore masks to conceal their faces, and the armored ones wore a type of helmet that had small holes to see through. Their armor was rusted but green, and their weapons, rusty but useful. 
I remember Sparky saying, "We came from afar to this land, We were searching for the land called Valkaria." to them, but they remain silent. He spoke again to the faceless people, saying that we were exploring this land and asking about their intentions. Yet they remain silent before one of the armored ones spoke in a deep raspy voice. The language was alien to us. We couldn't understand what he was saying, but then he took off his helmet, and we saw what I can describe as odorous. Sickly red eyes. He had no nose, and his skin was pale and rotting. Boils and even green ooze pour out from the hole where his nose should be. He and I assume the others were human. 
We stood steadily, armed with our weapons and ready to fight, waiting for them to strike, but they stood there. The armored one, who had taken off his helmet, spoke again in the alien language, and no one, not even the robe or armor people, could understand him. However, I got the feeling that he was asking a question to Sparky. Either of us could translate their language into our tongue. His face, blank for a moment as he points at our longship. 
Sparky didn't show it, but deep down, Cherry and I could see that he was nervous. Almost fearful at the sight of these people. The last time he armored sickly man spoke, it sounded like a warning of some kind. I got the feeling that we weren't welcome here, but Sparky stood his ground, as did the rest of the crew. They weren't going to let a group of savages clad in rusty armor and reeking robes kill us off. They soon left us, returning to wherever they came from. 

Einmánuður 9th
Sparky got sick with some illness, I think it had something to do with those people from yesterday. The others are sick. Their eyes are as red as a rash, and Alfie has gotten worse. His flesh began to rot on parts of his body due to infections. Cherry began to display signs of Illness. She coughed so hard that small amounts of blood were coughed up. I myself began to cough, my eyes are icthy and my throat felt as if it was on fire. Several crew members were burning with fever, some too weak to stand. I think whatever infections those people had gave it to us. I had a horrible feeling about Green-sands, this land is cursed with some blight.  Curse by the gods, but why? What would have caused Mitra to curse this land with illness? 
By midday, we began to pack our belongings onto the longship when those people return but with enough people to outnumber us. We couldn't take them in our condition, and so we had no choice but to flee, and yet it started; they raided us and even took Cherry and the others captive, including me. They tied our hands and ankles with twine and lined us in a row. Alfie, who was ever more sicker, was forced on his feet. 

Einmánuður 9th (Dark Times)
It is night, we'd walk from the breach to some settlement. Buildings and structures were like the sandstone homes of Vaconis, but with some fleshy growths scattered all over the homes and streets of this place.  At the center of the settlement was a figure made from wicker, clay and this rotten flesh. The air is ever worse to breathe as the smell was akin to rotting flesh. I can feel my lungs being contaminated with plague. They threw Me, Cherry, Sparky and the others into a cage near the tall statue-like figure. It resembles one of them. A man-like appearance. What they did to Alfie isn't known to us, but he was too far gone. Cherry has gotten worse. Her brown eyes were red, and she looked thin as if she was deprived of food. 
We can hear them chattering and speaking of the Blightfather.  

Einmánuður 10th
My eyes are burning, my throat burns, and my nose is clogged. Cherry is getting worse, boils and lumps of greenish cyst began to appear on his body, Sparky is the same, and some of the crew are dead. That old mastiff isn't going to be around much longer, and neither is Cherry. The ground burns with the heat, and the sun's touch is ever more irritating. My stomach growls, and my muscles ache. 
No signs of Alfie anywhere, and besides the blowing wind, the outside remains silent. 

Einmánuður 10th (Mid-day)
Sparky's dead. He succumbed to his illness. Cherry is still alive but not for much longer. These diseased people are going about their day. I have little strength to make any attempts to escape, but I would rather converse by strength than to waste it. My throat is ever more inflamed with the fact that I need water.  

Einmánuður 10th (Dusk) 
With everyone in their blight-ridden homes, Cherry and I attempted to escape. We were able to break through the maggot-infested wood and silently try to leave when those armored warriors were accompanied by someone I thought was Alfie. He has fully changed. His organs hung from his stomach, patches of fur were missing from his exposed flesh alongside open sores oozing out a mixture of blood and pus. 
His face, by the gods, his face. Torn a sunder with maggots, and oozes pour from his exposed wound where his nose should be. Even in his state, he spoke to us with a deep, gruff voice. I remember him telling us that he had been saved by the Blightfather Nergal. This Greensand is the Blightlands, blessed and cursed by Nergal the Blightfather. These people had to accept Nergal to survive here, and for years, they had endured where we would've died out unless we accepted Nergal. All life in the Blightlands are one with Nergal. He is the giver and the taker. 
"With death comes rebirth, New life comes from the seeds from the garden of contagion, watched over by the servants of Nurgal who live beyond our line of sight." He spoke to us. I knew it was madness, and the illness had corrupted his mind. To my shock, Cherry would pull out a blade from the scabbard of a armord gaurd and stab him and another before she herself was stabbed with a crude spear. Her sacrifice, as heartbreaking as it was allow me to escape. 
I ran and never looked back even if I was chased down, I made it to the Longship, pushed with all my weakened might into the water. By the time they manage to reach me, I pull down the sail of the ship, and with the wind blowing well...

Einmánuður 11th 
Even after escaping the Blightlands, the illness never left, my throat ever burns, and my eyes itch. My stomach churns and twist and the fur from my body begins to fall. I don't expect to survive my journey back to Pangaea, and I would never make it to Vaconis. Either way, I'm already dead. May my gods guide me to the Astral plane.
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The girl shuts the book, shaken by the accounts of the book and the mention of a god unknown to her. "Who was Nergl?" she thought to herself. Hours later, as the longship with Chippy's body burns, Bluey threw the book into the burning ship. The leather book incinerates as the red-orange flames engulf it like a Swimming Sharptooth to a fish. 
She would go home as Night draws near. She would enter her home, head straight to hers and Bingo's room. She began to lie down on her bed had a window that faced the ocean. She looks out at the ocean and hopes that those from the Blightland never find Pangaea.