h but I ramble, and I have forgotten to record those recent events which have had much more influence upon me. Upon returning from the south I found the group deep in a large battle against the orcs, lead by demons, a wizard, and a warrior of significant power. Though we eventually dispatched them, we learned from the orc captives that it was but the first of many assaults to come, whose purpose was to test our resolve and our numbers. We learned also of their plans for the future, and it was decided that we could not simply wait for them to come in greater waves.

Thus we have sent the townsfolk away to a safe place, and we have brought up soldiers from Lord Devlin to help portect what has become a militarily significant position. It was also decided that we would perpetrate a number of strikes deep within enemy territory, capturing their leaders if possible to weaken them. Last night was the first such attempt. We phased ourselves in and around their general; a vicious man with a grim demeanor and a strange way of fighting with his sword. We did indeed surprise him, but the advantage did not last long. We poured upon him our violence and strength and I am made to understand that he was eventually brought low and taken back to this town with us.

I say I was made to understand because, though I accompanied the group, I lost myself in the battle, being set upon by this general's sword, and fell into the darkness that leads to Elysium. It was as I was crossing the threshold (for the second time now) almost at St. Cuthbet's side, that he gave me pause to look back and see my commrade Balthazar beckoning to me. The cudgel spoke in my ear, and said that vengeance was yet to be had, and once more I opened my eyes to the cold sky of snow.

Now I am clad in the armour of our former foe, the general. It is magical in nature, thought not evil, and will afford me greater opportunity to serve in the coming battles. I have checked on the orcs; the angel summoned by Charisse has not yet returned. When it comes it will try to make them atone with its magic, but I am sure it will fail. I think it already knows this, however, and has come only to put upon Charisse other machinations of the heavens that we can not yet know.

I will conclude now, for I hear Talamra calling everyone together. We will very soon be leaving for another foray into the enemy camp, this time to find their wizards. If we succeed again it will indeed go a long way towards crippling them. If St. Cuthbert wills it... we will have justice and vengeance for the wronged.