It took the lieutenant and me five days to ride from our last supply to the Sawback Mountains. First time I’ve been to the mountains since the battle at Procknaw Gap. I soundly hope we don’t end up setting off a strategic landslide every time we leave the plains.
I knew Fallcrest was barely worth dignifying with the title “Fort”, but I hadn’t expected it to be so easily surrounded. Vargas’ call couldn’t have come at a better time – the lieutenant and I arrived at the tail end of an orcish siege. I drew off a portion of the raiding party, lured them into a rockslide. Tripped going into it, but managed to shelter myself against the cliff well enough. Buried my blade up to the hilt in their leader’s chest. The beast had three arms, and nearly knocked me to the ground with one while engaging van Bommel with the other two.
I’ve stood by him through many a battle, and he still hasn’t learned to let others shoulder some of the risk. I couldn’t have held off a mob of eight orcs alone, but I didn’t need him to draw their attacks to such an extent that he nearly got himself killed again. Ever-valiant, staunch defender of the weak, brilliant tactician, all true. Yet the end of an orcish blade cares not for the righteousness of your heart, and he’s damn lucky I’m here to bail him out when he ends up on the wrong side of Death’s door.
The slaves we rescued are doing as well as could be expected. I’ve largely left them alone. I am no healer, no man of faith, and it is best for me to stick to what I know. Once the garrison has a chance to recover from the siege I will give what instruction I can to fortify the holding in my own way. The fort needs reinforcements, and if we are to head to the wilderness, we will need companions as well. We must also refresh our supplies – I found myself compelled to use the healing potions I brought with me from the quartermaster’s supply.
The South stretches before us, wild and deep. What comes next, I do not rightly know. Perhaps we shall pursue the trail of the slave caravan; I should very much like to dance with another of the three-armed orcs.