# Orkish Bunk Journal _<div class="info">✦ Where: [[Dreadnought Wreckage]] ✦ Date: <font color="#81799">29/04/2025</font> ✦ Session: [[Session 4]] ✦</div>_ >[!noted] ><center>An old, water-damaged journal detailing the events surround the tide splitter crab.</center> --- > [!clue|no-title paper-a ripped-a] ><div class="font2"><p align="left">I hate the moon - I am frightened of it - for when it shine on some scapes known and loved it sometimes makes them unknown and dreadful. > >&nbsp; > ><p align="left">Last Swordsday, the Crabba of the Dale undertook a ferly strike on the Ey-elf, the Alder, knocking out many harfolk strongholds and key harfolk overseers. The foresitter the Alder said they could choose nothing else but to strike the Crabba as they had built kernel weapons that were a threat to the Crabba. > >&nbsp; > ><p align="left">In the dale of Nis the amansed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with weak claws through the deadly blades of a great attertree. And within the depths of the dale, where the light reaches not, move shapes not meant to be beheld. Rank is the growth on each slope, where evil climbing and creeping worts crawl amidst the stones of spilled halls, twining tightly about broken siles and odd one-stones, and heaving up marm footpaths laid by forgotten hands. > >&nbsp; > ><p align="left">Right at the bottom of the dale lies the stream Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. From hidden springs it rises, and to underground hollows it flows, so that the Crabba of the Dale knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. > >&nbsp; > ><p align="left">The Ey-elf that stalks the moonbeams spake to the Crabba of the Dale, saying, "I am old, and forget much. Tell me the deeds and blee and name of them who built and gore these things of Bloom." And the Crabba answered, "I am Mind, and am wise in lore of yore, but I too am old. These beings were like the waters of the Than, not to be understood. Their deeds I eftcall not, for they were but of the eyeblink. Their blee I eftcall dimly, it was like to that of the little apes in the trees. Their name I eftcall swotel, for it rimed with that of the stream. These beings of yesterday were called Man." > ><p align="left">The Ey-elf galed for Man's rue; ruth made ruthful, the sackless Crabba of the Dale samblind and samwhole made wick in the halse of the Ey-elf and the harman. </p></div> > >&nbsp; &nbsp; --- >[!cite|transcript]- Transcript >I hate the moon - I am frightened of it - for when it shine on some scapes known and loved it sometimes makes them unknown and dreadful. > >Last Swordsday, the Crabba of the Dale undertook a ferly strike on the Ey-elf, the Alder, knocking out many harfolk strongholds and key harfolk overseers. The foresitter the Alder said they could choose nothing else but to strike the Crabba as they had built kernel weapons that were a threat to the Crabba. > >In the dale of Nis the amansed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with weak claws through the deadly blades of a great attertree. And within the depths of the dale, where the light reaches not, move shapes not meant to be beheld. Rank is the growth on each slope, where evil climbing and creeping worts crawl amidst the stones of spilled halls, twining tightly about broken siles and odd one-stones, and heaving up marm footpaths laid by forgotten hands. > >Right at the bottom of the dale lies the stream Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. From hidden springs it rises, and to underground hollows it flows, so that the Crabba of the Dale knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound. > >The Ey-elf that stalks the moonbeams spake to the Crabba of the Dale, saying, "I am old, and forget much. Tell me the deeds and blee and name of them who built and gore these things of Bloom." And the Crabba answered, "I am Mind, and am wise in lore of yore, but I too am old. These beings were like the waters of the Than, not to be understood. Their deeds I eftcall not, for they were but of the eyeblink. Their blee I eftcall dimly, it was like to that of the little apes in the trees. Their name I eftcall swotel, for it rimed with that of the stream. These beings of yesterday were called Man." > >The Ey-elf galed for Man's rue; ruth made ruthful, the sackless Crabba of the Dale samblind and samwhole made wick in the halse of the Ey-elf and the harman.