I do not remember any of what follows except for the beauty of Inifra. Her lean face was so dark, powerful… it comes quickly to mind as the only true memory I have of the last few days.
I only know the rest as recounted by my companions. From where I left off yesterday:
The KoraKora had us surrounded on the banks of the same tributary we had been following for some time. As I left off yesterday, two expressionists flanked their leader – one fueling the bloodlust of the KoraKora and the other preparing an attack. It makes sense now how the bandits of Graylag might fear an attack of the KoraKora: The second expressionist was a full-fledged Breaker.
I haven’t fought any elemental expressionists in a long time, and apparently in my feverish haze I thought that was the perfect opportunity to make up for lost time. I had been kept well behind my companions against the water while they worked to fight off the KoraKora.
Arrows and darts flew between every wave of attack, and Dionus was hard-pressed to deflect them. Every time he launched his own counter attack with the wind, a new wave of arrows would force him to pull back to defend our companions. We were effectively cornered, and the injuries began to accrue.
Then I ran forward. The infusion of strength can only be explained by my light armor and the enchantments upon it. The suicidal desire to fight seems easy enough to explain on its own, but I am grateful that in my stupor I did not reveal my true power.
I cut through the first three rows of KoraKora with ease, much to the dismay of my companions who were locked in the fight and unable to come to my aid. They said I was screaming at the chief of the KoraKora, taunting him and daring him to fight.
That was when his Breaker stomped the ground and threw down his fists. Instantly a pillar of stone shot from the ground to strike me in the chest, sending me flying back into the river. The only thing that saved my ribs, again, was the armor. But what saved me from the water was Inifra.
Inifra, I am told, is the chief priestess of Infiri, the water goddess, and she struck the KoraKora with a vengeance. It would seem that the only thing she hates more than Imperials is the KoraKora. Dionus said the river arced above them, casting me to the ground, and then crashed down into the ranks of yellow-striped cannibals.
She rose from the waters and fought the Breaker head on. The confusion this caused disrupted the entire rhythm of the battle, which gave my companions time to cross the rapids before the water returned. Soon the river was flowing in its place again, creating a barrier between the KoraKora and us.
Inifra raged on the other side of the river until the cannibals fled in terror. The Breaker, she broke.
When she approached us, Dionus said, her rage was not diminished. But rather than attack, she simply pointed at the necklace I had been given only days before. We must be those who had saved some of her followers, she said. For that reason alone she would spare us.
Balthandar begged for her help. I was unconscious again and shaking against my fever. She said no initially, but Dionus told me that something made her change her mind as she looked down on me. Finally she agreed, but she swore to kill us if we attempted to harm any of her people.
She directed them northeast, and then vanished back into the water.
The village was not far, and the people in it shared none of Inifra’s rage. They were welcoming and immediately began to care for our wounds and treat my illness. I think this stunned all of my companions, a response that has yet to fully leave them.
My head hurts a little less today. All I wish for is to see Inifra again. I haven’t craved the sight of a face in so long, but I haven’t beheld such beauty in even longer.
This village is home to a shrine of Infiri, apparently, the water goddess that Inifra serves and somehow incarnates. It is one of the smaller shrines, we are told. The priestesses that live here expect a visit from the chief priestess every few years, and in a rare stroke of luck it happens that her visit coincides with our own.
Inifra. Can she possibly be as beautiful as my memory leads me to believe? Perhaps I am simply lonely and starved for the women of home.
I must sleep some more. Already I have caught myself dozing multiple times as I write this entry. We have been bid to rest, and though Dionus gives the impression that Inifra wants us gone, her people seem to prefer that we stay.
I hope we can linger long enough to recover, but also long enough to unravel the mystery that is this water goddess and her priestesses.