Memory conteiner 287.
Report on the preliminar studies on moon stones.
-> Still i hadn't had a chance to test my theories but if i'm correct Mythrila was the base material used by Ymelo to create the sun stones that, we, the vesani used until now. Perhaps if i could get my hands in more Stones i could recreate the process somehow...
-> Rumors of another Living vesani are sprouting around the ports, Some travelers are speaking of one traveling towards a place that the previous records i recuperate, called 'The isles.' This intel is beyond far fetched, but perhaps this place could contain traces of our tech or more sun stones. I need to investigate...
-> The clues and rumors about that trip were not a complete waste of my time, i found about a abandoned facility Ymelo himself used once on his experiments. Some fractured sun stones and mythrila consoles gave me enough data to risk some experiments of my own...
-> After some colossal failures that turned my improvised atempts of recreating the 'memory containers' causing the infused mythrila crystals to become unstable bombs, impossible to be touched without them reacting violently. I come to the conclusion that perhaps an permanent encasement of solidificate fox-fire around the mythrila crystal could keep it estable enough for my research to proceed...
-> *This entry contains a complex, yet very messy annotation about how to create Unstable, exploding crystals based on Mythrila*
-> The encasements only managed to go so far before i got bombs again on my hands, if it proceeds i not so sure Ymelo's works can be copied or expanded upon like i initially desired... Perhaps a return to the facility might bring me new inspiration.
-> My piling up failures are starting to get me really angry and frustrated! How can I not be able to recreate Ymelo's work? What he saw i'm not seeing? What's the variable missing? What allowed him to turn a simple mythrila crystal on those magnificent sun stones? ...Perhaps i'm just stupid...
-> I'm already at my third visit to these isles, many years passed since i started this research and all my efforts are in vain. The tree spirit was gentle enough to allow me to rest in it's territory, and even pointed me to the right directions on my first visit, but even being older than this place, he can't offer much more help. Since this place is surrounded by those undead things -How the talking tree called then again? Mistwalkers i think- I have no problems in getting something to eat or Hit as hard as i want to scream right now...
-> *This record is filled with rage driven violently outbursts of fox-fire against random mistwalkers and giant spiders. Literally hours of it followed by very graphical describing of how much fun is to make then suffer*
-> Perhaps i should let my personal problems away from my notes, but is not like someone will really see those, so who cares? Anyway After finding my own inner peace again, using some ‘advanced meditation techiques’, I decided to just walk around the isles, see if any of those ruins could be useful...
-> The place is more messy than my labs, what is not 'ruined' (pun intended) is uterly garbage, how those people managed to deal with this lack of organisation...and that's coming from me! They even have a weirdo and a cemitery, why do you need a gravedigger and a cemitery on a island that no one dies whatsoever? Anyway, i talked with the creepy looking weirdo, and for my surprise he is not so bad. Even pointed me towards a guy, undead, mist, whatever that one is, called necrit. Aparently that one can help me...Doubt it, but why not? Is not like i have more important things to do here...
-> After some hours going around in circles, many shades turned to ashes and burned crispy giant spiders later I found this Necrit -Guy,mistwalker, Ah you get it! - whereabouts, a long (and almost boring)conversation latter and he tells me of a library that perhaps could help me. Then he proceeds to yalp at me about the dangers of going there, Like ca'mon I am the most dangerous thing this hole has to offer!
-> The 'library' turned out to be a prison on a old crumbling fortress. Very usefull mr.mistwalker, very usefull! Well, since i wasted my time coming here, why not explore a bit?
-> A bunch of cells, many shrieking spirits and agonizing shades latter, and i found the damn library. This place had some traps, but they are so slow that i breezed throught them.
-> Some mistwalkers standing guard tried to halt my progress, so i did what any decent vesani in my place would. I DESTROYED THEIR MINDS AND TRAPPED THEM FOREVER IN THEIR MOST AGONIZING MEMORIES! I'm such a merciful little fox, don't i?
-> The place was filled with magic itens and books all over, there was even Vesani artifacts there! Perhaps i shouldn't have judged that Necrit guy too fast...
--> Corrupted record, please insert another memory crystal on the console...
