Celicia unknown entry 2
Acting Captain’s Log
Coalition Calendar Year 477
The crew has grown thin on the cut-back provisions. I’d estimate that we’ve only a few more days of food left, but who knows how long that will last us in this nightmare realm?
We’ve arrived in a cavern of sorts and dropped anchor. The howls and voices we’ve heard since we came here are now a constant jibbering. They never stop. Sometimes I think I can make out what they’re saying. I know, somehow, that I don’t want to know.
Cyril has been in the captain’s chambers since we dropped anchor. None dare disturb him.
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