Day 11

When I regained consciousness after the cave-fercac attack the bleeding from my leg had slowed. The weight from the beast lying dead across my body must have cut off the blood to my legs, thus saving me from departing to the domain of Enaerixer, Goddess of life and graves.

I was somewhat reluctant to move the creature in case I started bleeding badly again from my leg but it was the only course of action I could take. I was still losing blood and I did not know how long I had been losing it while I was unconscious. If I waited any longer then there was the chance I would be unable to recover.
I heaved the cave-fercac off my waist and onto the ground next to me. I crawled over to my bag and took out the rope and Purge Nettles. I tied the rope tightly around my thigh to once more cut off the blood to it and I chewed the Purge Nettles until they were like a paste. Oh, what a horrid ordeal they put the mouth through. Their sting is worse than any other nettle in the forest but for them to heal a wound you are forced to chew them and chew them until every last part of your mouth and some of your throat has had the displeasure of being exposed to them. Then, when they are applied to the wound they usually cause more pain than there was already. But the healing properties of Purge Nettle cannot be rivalled by anything known to the Teeluwin people.

As I waited for the Purge Nettles to harden in the gashes in my leg and stop the bleeding and fight away any infection I wrote about my fight with the cave-fercac on the previous page in this journal. A few hours after this the nettles had hardened enough for me to be able to walk again as long as I kept the rope tight around my thigh. I had to tread slowly and carefully and use the staff to support my weight but I was able to make my way away from the dead animal that had caused me so much pain. It was not long until I found a ledge high up in the wall of one of the larger tunnels. If these cave-fercac creatures are as similar to the forest fercacs as they seem then they are probably unable to climb very high making this ledge the perfect place to rest for what I did not know whether was the night or day. I was able to scale the wall to this hole despite my leg but I could not carry the staff with me so I was forced to leave it with the eye open on the ground.

Of course I am writing this the next morning so I can say that nothing disturbed my sleep or the staff on the ground. Whether that is because nothing visited this area while I slept or because something that did was unable to reach me I am unsure, but either way I am pleased to have had an uneventful morning and regret wishing for more excitement when I was exploring the city.

 Ledge in the mine

Purge Nettles