6th Sun’s Height – Fort Fallcrest
An entire damn legion showed up today. The commander’s squire kept referring to me as Sergeant. I left the army for many reasons. Nobles in gleaming armor at the head of glorious legions are some of them. War is a harsh business, and the army’s full of soft men.
We’ve banded with some of the legion’s hangers-on. I warned Rifka Red-Hand that the lieutenant has a long memory, and still she joined us. She has her talents, but I fear that combat is not one of them. Perhaps she can steal the head of the orcs’ leader for us. I will reserve judgment on their wizard, if only as an exercise in patience.
I have respect enough for Kessig. A strange creature, but he saved my life on the swamp campaign those many years ago, and melted back into the marsh before I could repay him. I will return that favor, if They so will it.
7th Sun’s Height – Hycorax’s Way
Rifka has gone soft-headed since we last met – she brought us someone who claimed to be a tracker. And might very well be, but he limps like he took an arrow to the knee. Barely fit for guard duty. The lieutenant followed my suggestion and found a far more suitable man.
It takes a full day to traverse Hycorax’s Way. Easy going, good visibility coming down from Fallcrest.
8th Sun’s Height – Sawback Foothills
Smoke is rising from a mountain in the distance. Possible navigation aid. Will observe as we travel.
9th Sun’s Height – Cave of the Spider God
Tracker led us to a cave. Quite the fight – I danced under the guard of a burrowing spider larger than a quartermaster’s wagon, the likes of which I’ve never seen. The light was dim, but still I spotted the soft tissue underneath its armor plates.
It was too strong, wore down our reserves too fast. The first scouts from the orcs went down, but anyone could hear that there were far too many in the chambers ahead.
Coleman talks too much, asks too many questions. Magic is a gambler’s weapon, and he’s broken a few mirrors recently. He’s going to get one of us killed at this rate, and I wouldn’t care if it wasn’t necessarily going to be him. If he wants to travel with us, he’s going to have to shape up. Figuratively and literally, looks like you don’t miss many meals in the Fraternal Order.
Temple, the Devil take you for swearing to be honorable in this “quest” of yours. I’m sure Fallcrest will appreciate how much honor you showed the next wave of slavers before you got yourself impaled on an orcish spear.