From the private logbook of Decadent Design, Captain HRH Aurora Dawn.
I am little more than vexation, a cloud of confusion and ever-persistent annoyance.
There is something in that crack.
One of our pegasus escorts first noticed it as we were returning to the ship in our lifeboat. I barely cared at the time, for my mood had soured considerably with the day’s events. When finally pulled out of my sulk to observe the thing however, it proved an intellectual impossibility to deny its very real and perplexing nature. Deep within that jagged crevice and directly through the pristine ice was it visible, a mysterious blot of inky purple-green-black that appeared to be gradually squeezing its way out of the ice. It was so very deep, and its motions so very slow, but as we circled the area to study it I could form no other conclusion.
That buffoon, Rusty Iron, insisted it was dangerous, some hideous product of the occult and likely the selfsame threat that destroyed poor Gilderoy’s team. But such is impossible, for how could any such threat form deep beneath the ice and yet obtain for itself in short order a means of climbing to the surface? It is undoubtedly some near-liquid material being pushed out by the great pressures of the ice sheet, perhaps a form of petroleum. Still, it is peculiar that nopony recognized its rising until now. Has it been there all this time and not a soul noticed?
I lack the time to continue writing this, I merely wished to mark the queer discovery down prior to sending the next tediously obligatory report to the Crystal City. I shall continue after. Mayhap some time alone in my cabin will make the rest of this thoroughly unpleasant day pass with welcome swiftness.