The Journey

“Not all those who wander are lost.”
- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring


14 Growth, 508. Savaric and I assisted the villagers in re-building the palisade this morning. I do not know that it will be particularly helpful if Margrathar and his men decide to attack Aeth again, but it gave us something to do. The villagers still seemed wary of the two of us. By midday, the king called a war council, summoning all the camp leaders to his longhouse. The twins went to speak on our group’s behalf. It was decided that we would target the witch, hopefully before she could re-summon her demon. The rest of the Aething warriors would set up ambush points along the path and prepare to defend the village. We left Aeth and made our way back to Magrathar’s keep. Once night falls, we move.

13 Growth, 508. The slaves have been rescued, the mercenaries scattered, and the demon slain. While we had several near scrapes, in the end, we were victorious. It was good to see the twins recognized by their king, although Surm seemed much more pleased than his brother. Although tonight is for celebration, tomorrow will bring the promise of new battles. The twins’ mother still resides in Magrathar’s keep. We killed the demon, but not the witch who summoned it. And Magrathar will seek vengeance against the village of Aeth. I sharpen my blade and await the new day.

The Journey

Shadows of the Rift typhoid_mary