Hazel's Diary is a piece of Lore in New World MMORPG. It's a part of Tales of Weaver's Fen.
Found in Weaver's Fen
The fen speaks its secrets to those who are still and willing to listen. It is the settlers and those who came before that I fear will not hear it.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
I met a settler who spoke to me in the tongue of my people, but I pretended not to understand. That life feels far away now, and they are not my family any longer. I think he saw that I understood, yet respected my silence.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
I came up another lost in the Fen. I cannot say I pitied him, but I resolved to help him. I placed a small sack of food and healing herbs in his path where he might find it, and piled rocks pointing to the Ancient Road.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
Weeks had passed when the same man who had wandered lost came again. At first, I thought he had come seeking another gift, but instead he lay down a leather bundle of his own, then placed a ring of flowers about it. He was thanking me.
– H
Found in Weaver's Fen
I saw a hunter, a woman bound for the Lake. I did not leave a gift, for she did not seem she needed it. I wonder what she creature she hunted amongst the trees that encircle the crater.
– H
Found in Weaver's Fen
I saw the banners of a king held by the troops as they marched along the road. To each tradesman and fisherman, they greeted kindly. They did not seem to be marching to a destination, but sought to meet the people of the Fen. I fear what they bring with them.
They are not evil-looking men. Not yet.
– H
Found in Weaver's Fen
Hunters of the Fen and the people from the West of the isle seek to capture the ridge on the hill, I see that now. They move quietly through the Fen, and while I wish no more blood spilled here, I left gifts and markers in their path. While I am hesitant of their intentions, the ones they go to fight I fear more.
– H
Found in Weaver's Fen
I saw a man today from the South, his beard thick, his eyes filled with fear. He was not seeking something, he was running from it.
As he ran, he cast away his garments, as if trying to run from them as well. I thought perhaps he was mad, then I saw the gold and the crest and knew he was trying to flee his homeland, just as I had.
– H
Found in Weaver's Fen
I traveled North long ago, to a mountain that was touched by poison. The mountain loomed over all, and in its shadow, smaller shadows toiled.
I thought it a land of the dead, where those on this isle go to die – but it was the mountain that I feared most.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
When I gathered courage and I returned to the mountain years later. Perhaps ten summers had passed. Perhaps a hundred. But the mountain had grown angry, and now wore a stone crown that rested in the air above it.
In its shadow labored a greater collection of shadows than ever, industrious as ants upon a corpse, feeding a queen that I could not see.
– H
Found in Weaver's Fen
The living dead, their eyes red with corruption have come to feed apon the corpses. We shall never be rid of them, another curse in the marsh, as if we needed one.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
I found a strange talisman today in the pocket of a desiccated corpse. Squared corners, shaved bezels. An evil visage glared back as I wiped clean the mud. I cast it away into the Fen, where none might find it.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
Where I cast the talisman, the mud of the hillock had grown a strange red moss, as if the talisman had struck it and the hillock was now bleeding.
Yet when I prodded the moss with a stick, countless holes in the moss opened up, like tiny, suckling, hungry mouths, each one seeking to drink in all that was around it.
The talisman… it had given birth to a horror that stained the marsh. I lit a fire on the skin of the moss, using the oils of the Fen and watched the evil smoke rise into the air as the moss twitched and writhed.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
The Journey back to the lake was a mortal risk, undertaken for the regents I need to heal the child. Hiding from torchlight behind narrow trees, I narrowly avoided the patrols of the strange and evil looking men.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
The evil-looking men walk in the waters of the Fen that run red. Countless battles, yet they wade through it without a care, as if it strengthens them.
- H
Found by the Lake of Mallory's Notch
The moon gleamed back, reflecting the perfect round of the lake. I found the otherworldly plants needed for my oils, but lingered for the splendor of the blue lit cliffs dancing above the water.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
Their battle still rages in the pass. Traveling back to the Ancient Capital will require going through the desert now.
- H
Found in Weaver's Fen
The soldiers threw themselves at the demon, dying by the dozen as his mystical fires raged. The sacrifice was perhaps too great for this harrowed marsh.
- H
Found in Hazel's Cave
Though my eyes are as strong as when I first gazed upon the sea, and my legs are as strong as the day I first walked on these shores, I have an old woman’s heart. I have seen much I cannot unsee with these young woman’s eyes. The Fen is stained with blood. More settlers have come. They will only know peace for a single beat in the long, long, heartbeat of the isle.
I could leave again, for elsewhere, but there is no where to go, and I do not have the will.
It is not a sad thing. It is not a helpless thing. The only place I wish to be is here, upon this isle, and I ask it to accept me. I shall sleep and dream of its shores, its waters, and the songs in the Fen. And I shall hope that others come to hear it as I do, and finally, let go.
- H