Nyx (Aiden)

The rise of the Swamp Spirit By Nyx the 3rd (Aiden) Greetings. On the first of fifth moon, many things happened. However, since they all happened on a very treacherous and dangerous mission, I was disappointed to hear what I had missed. Based off of what I know, this is what happened. So without further ado, Let’s begin On this very peculiar mission a very interesting thing happened. When the party encountered The Swamp Elidhu and The Forest Elidhu, the party started singing a song that I do not know the exact name of. After that, the Forest Spirit started to say that we are evil and what to kill the Swamp Spirit, which after that pissed off a lot of the Swamp Elidhu’s fairies. Then three of us then decided to start to sing a song that I am very much familiar with called Never gonna give you up! By a person called Rick Astley. However I do believe that you do not know a lot about the Swamp Spirit so let me tell you what we know and believe. Firstly, We know that the Swamp spirit is a Elidhu without MORGANTI. Now getting a little side tracked here, I would like you to know something about me and my family. We all live in Orizan and I am the youngest. My dad is in another adventuring party going into the swamp to investigate the Swamp Spirit. My grandpa is unconscious. Permanently. Morgantied. By the Forest Spirit. Now this is for many reasons that I am very sensitive about and wouldn’t like to share. So basically, I have a bad relationship with the existence of Morganti and whoever possesses it and uses it as a weapon. I find they are weak, inconsiderate, and just a straight up arrogant selfesteemed jerk. Now, back to the Swamp Spirit. We know that it wears a long black cloak with no mask. We belive it is under a charm from the forest spirit because it willingly went there. Now something my grandfather said was that the forest spirit whispered a ritual that sounded like a song. Also, that the forest spirit said “Come and find me, I’m here”. Now I believe I must go so once again, thank you for reading the chronicle