A hastily written transcript from Ash Corda's medical journal.
Doctor's Notes- 19th Thornet, 3733

Underhaven is under direct attack. The hags have found us. The army- no the /hoard/ that has been gathering is built up to a nigh-impossible force. My final steps of preparation will begin now. We have gathered a team of Underhaven's finest, with myself as their medic. Tomorrow, we face the deluge.

The hags have a vile sense of humor. Once this is all over, someone aught to clean up the words. And a smiley face? Like pouring salt in a wound. I have just awoken, our preparations are nearly done. The Mist will not have us. Neither will the Frayed and Mistborn. It is only a few hours till we head up to the surface. The hotline has proved vital in this plan.

Minutes until I see the surface for the first time in my life. I wonder how it'll look. Smell. Feel. But- priorities. I hear the horde. And yet- I do not fear. I put my trust in the adventurers. In Crumb.

A moment of respite- The fighting has gone on for longer than I anticipated. And yet- because of my allies, because of our plans, we live. Thrive in this, even. Perhaps there is more to me than I initially thought.

Another breath that we can take- though every moment is fleeting. The Mist grows stronger with every foe we slay.

We have made it out alive. Physically, all of us are well. Between Crumb and myself, there was almost no need for healing. Mentally... Morrigan and Zullie have borne the brunt of the Madness. They seem to be recovering, but... I cannot imagine the horrors that they experienced. I have taken Morrigan home, and return to my station, where I will write down my observations of the Mist, what it did to us, and what we saw.

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A hastily written transcript from Ash Corda's medical journal.

Doctor's Notes- Circa 3732. Meadowend.

Miamoria has gathered any willing to help with the aftermath. I, of course, will be helping at the hospital. I see Scum in the distance, making his way over. Things are dire indeed, if he is tossing his hat in the ring.

All things considered... things went smoothly. Just over three dozen injured within the clinic. Minimal Fraying outside of a select handful. Every day, I thank my time spent searching for these diamonds. lesser restorative magics works well enough for those lightly impacted. But for mutations, for severe infections... Stronger divine magic is needed.

All reports of people becoming enraged at the sight of a piece of paper have died down. The standing order for communication to be exclusively verbal is lifted. Such will be communicated to the other organizations.

For now, I will retire. My magic is spent, and I had to perform a number of surgeries in less than optimal conditions. The brunt of the relief efforts have been pushed out. The fate of Underhaven is ever in our own hands, and today, we have done well. We are the shepherds, evermore.

A hastily written transcript from Ash Corda's medical journal.

Doctor's Notes- Circa 3732. Meadowend.

Chaos in Underhaven. The hospital is overrun with patients bearing the marks of spellfire. Our medics are working overtime dealing with a strange malady that has hit the town. Time is a valuable resource.

Reports of people suddenly bursting out in rage. One of our Hesperides has fallen to this affliction after looking at a piece of paper. Putting out a standing order to avoid reading any papers for now.

Screams from the Vein. I have assigned my doctors to their posts, and will help the efforts in the Vein. Too many people with no means of protecting themselves live there.

The adventurers assigned to protect me did wonderfully. They cleared out a sector of the Vein, opening a path for the vanguard. Still- something disturbs me as I write this. I saw a shadowy figure atop the roofs, watching us. It did not interfere. After the fight was won, it cast a long range teleportation spell- likely Dimension Door to leave.

Even more disturbing was what the last antagonist who fell said. "Geas". I am... familiar with the magic. We cannot take this as gospel, but... something doesn't feel right. Did we slaughter innocents under the thrall of another?