~.~ Entry 19 ~.~
Though the memory of what has happened tears at my heart even now, I know I must hold on to write of what has happened, lest the event's occurence be abandoned to obscurity.
Today was the first time I had ever before witnessed an assault upon this village by the poorly organized masses of the orc. Attempting to weaken our defence to the breaking point through the simplistic tactics of throwing disorganized masses of bodies and catapult stone upon the village, they would have utterly failed in their strategum of the day, were it not for one important error of our own making.
When a division of our own left to silence the catapult's continued bombardment, they had failed to close the gates leading to the windy plains, as they had not wanted to be locked out from the beseiged city, and expected the not immediately present and unwarned guardsmen to close the entry in their stead. While the average orc may be called simple creatures of instinct by most men living, no one could honestly deny that they can prove a beastial cunning when treated lightly. One such orc, an unnervingly strong swordsman that was given the accurate title of destroyer, swiftly invaded the village through the obvious weakness and was able to fell two of the defending fighters before it was removed from this life.
Since no one could agree on who was responsible for this gross tactical blunder, I will express the following feeling instead of dwell upon the horrible matter any further. Should I ever find that gate unbarred and unguarded again, I shall try to close and bar it myself. As it is, I am thankful the orcs weren't able to take full advantage of that serious oversight, as they likely could have endangered the town's existence with a larger trained force.
~.~ Entry 20 ~.~
Today I joined an extended party led by the supposedly infamous Peltarch merchant Nico Black and the Legions's own General Grag as they journeyed into a cavern leading to the Underdark in search of ores needed by the local blacksmiths for their trade. Though we had little fortune in that respect, the adventure could just as soon be called a success anyway since everyone managed to survive the harsh perils laid on our path.
Before we even could attempt the threat posed by the deep cavern itself a division of the Eastlander bandits patroling the deep highlands set off an ambush in an attempt to end the lives of the expedition's leaders, such have they come to hate the general and dark merchant. Aside for some wounds garnered through our half of the fight, the final coutcome may as well been chiseled in stone. From the very beginning of the fighting, the strongest warriors in the expedition began a sweep through the highlands of the pass. The death screams of those that stood their ground in face of that team's mastery of the arts of war was unmistakable.
After taking a short time to regroup and treat the worst injuries among our party (a distinction that one hostile archer had deemed should include myself), the expedition moved on without fanfare into the cavern itself. There we found naught but a continous gauntlet of strange fishmen and foul smelling two headed giants that weilded crude clubs with sometimes surprising precision as we fought our way both deeper in and out of that wretched scar upon the land.
~.~ Entry 21 ~.~
Today I was informed that the circle would consider me for apprenticeship among their numbers. I am proud they would consider me for such an opportunity, and will try my best not to disappoint any expectations they might hold in their forthcoming meeting.
((Coming next time: Weak individually, but a danger in numbers, goblins can prove quite the force against the unwary, as Lornallis was recently reminded to his dismay. See yew laterz. ))
