Date: - Day 401

It has been two whole monthes now that I have been in this new land. No one knows about Brecht, or about St. Cuthbert, and so I have taken it upon myself to teach them.

This morning is a tired one. My head throbs from the over-indulgence of liquid joy, and I fear i may have acted a fool in the pub. i shall have to pray to St. Cuthbert for guidance and strength in over-coming the one demon I find too hard to exorcise.

I am fortunate, however, to have found new friends with whom to bide my years. Brother Dromar, of course, is still here, but we two have been joined by elves and a dwarf. Talamra is an interesting woman of the forests with strange beasts to serve her, while Keira, also of the wilds, is a warrior or nature. They are both quitre lovely and intriguing, but neither seems to appreciate my guidance in all matters. The dwarf is name Uthgar I think (it is hard to remember names at present) and arrived with a coningent of dwaven hunters from far off mountains after failing in a bid to route some dragons.

Currently we are settled in the town of Valls, in this land known as Damarra. Over my time in these lands I have learned much about the evil ruler who holds sway, the so-called "witch-king". Another pety tyrant! The peoples are afraid to offend him, but I speak with them constantly of how they could fight back, of how St. Cuthbert, bless his vengence, could help them to find a path to freedom. Some of them listen. i think the dwarves can help to train an army.
 

Father Lucius M. Volkskull's Personal Journal

The others, with whom i journied in the dark lands, have set off to a different task than we, and I have heard little of their fate, though I wish them well. Our own little group was shouldered with the responsibility of proteccting this town from a silly old fool and his travelling "circus" of monsters. The bastard's so-called magic did little to stop the beasts from rampaging through town and we were, by the grace of St. Cuthbert, able to put them down.

We have helped the town to rebuild, and the people to heal. I have learned that they pay a tribute to the witch king evvery two weeks, and it would seem they are not alone. Two young boys from a near-off village of Bloodstone have come to Valls looking for heroes to help them in their need. Apparently the witch-king takes not only gold, but slaves from them as well.

Today we will spy upon the transaction to take place at noon when the underlings of the witch-king come for their tribute. I wish to use magic to see into their thoughts, but Talamra objects. She claims it immoral to listen to their thoughts, but apparently not to their conversation. She is a contradictory woman. We shall try it her way first, but if it yields no crops, we shall use magic on the collectors who come to Bloodstone (or next destination).

I shall endeavour to record more later, and perhaps I shall ask someone what the actual damned date is here.

LMV

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Father Lucius M. Volkskull

 

 
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