Log Entry: Expedition to Gorvath’s Hook – Date Unknown
Journal of Lysa Thorn, Chronicler of the Digital Realms
It has been days since we ventured into the desolate land now known as Gorvath's Hook, and yet the silence here feels like it has lasted for an eternity. The winds carry whispers of a time long past, when the valley was alive with the power of an ancient dragon, twisted by the corrupting influence of the Old God that resides within these cursed lands.
I can barely bring myself to write this—what remains of the dragon is not a creature of flesh and scale, but something more grotesque, a shadow of its former glory. It was once the proud guardian of this place, a creature of unimaginable strength and wisdom, its wings sweeping across the valley like storms. But something—something insidious—came to it, a whisper in the mind, a gnawing hunger that devoured its sanity.
They say the Old God, Gorvath, has the power to shape minds, to twist even the noblest of beings into something dark and horrible. Perhaps it was this god’s will that the dragon—Krazothar, as the ancient texts named it—was driven mad, transformed. The creature’s massive claw, once a symbol of its immense strength, was twisted into a sickening hook shape as the god’s influence took root. It is said Krazothar began to carve into the earth itself, shaping the land in a desperate attempt to satisfy the gnawing urge in its soul, but the madness only deepened.
Now, the claw is no more than a mountain, jagged and twisted in form, a colossal, curved hook rising out of the earth like a skeletal finger. The land around it is barren, as if the dragon’s rage drained the very life from it. The air here smells faintly of ash and decay, and the ground trembles beneath our feet, though no creature stirs. Only the mountain remains, a grim reminder of a once-proud being undone by an ancient, malevolent force.
We have found no trace of the dragon's body, only bones scattered like relics of a forgotten era, buried beneath the jagged cliffs. The hook-shaped mountain, silent and imposing, feels like the final monument to a great tragedy. What remains of the dragon is not a corpse but its lingering essence, haunting the valley, wrapped in the power of Gorvath.
The locals speak of the curse of the Hook and warn travelers to avoid the place, for those who venture too close are said to disappear without a trace. The god’s influence still pulses through this land, perhaps even through the mountain itself. There is an unsettling feeling in the air, as if the dragon’s madness lingers, watching and waiting for the next soul foolish enough to trespass.
Tomorrow, we ascend the mountain. We seek the heart of the Hook, hoping to uncover what remains of the dragon’s spirit or, perhaps, something more… sinister.
But I do not believe we will return unchanged.
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