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Earthday, Fireseek 20 CY 593 - Hildae the Wit-Tongued
Life in the whirlwind of the Furyondian front lines
continues to be a challenge. A few days ago, the grand lot of us took it upon
ourselves to venture to a keep, the map of which was purchased from an unseemly
dwarf. We believed the location to be of good strategic import (near the
shore of We go, and find another group! And, the keep
itself was infested with humanoids - goblins, orcs, maybe worse. We agreed
to an uneasy alliance with a brutish half-orc (I have my doubts!) and his
comrades (Kwog and company), and our lack of strategy almost spelled our doom. We were cut
off and surrounded and had to retreat. A few ogres were especially
daunting. While recuperating in the woods outside the keep, we were beset
upon by a messenger from Greatwall - apparently carrying a letter of great
importance. The message urged us to come to Greatwall at once. I make a note right here, that sometimes it is
worth planning an assault, rather than just trying to sneak in. We didn't
get a second chance to infiltrate the keep, not due to overwhelming defenses,
but from a slight lack of planning. I hope that barbarian has his wits
sharpened for our next encounter with evil. Our scouts must do a better job
of assessing the situation and planning for contingencies... We do however manage to get the keep’s deed.
The city government purchases it, and offers it as a base of operations
if we can only clear it free of humanoids. Before
however, we are summoned for more important tasks… Thus begins "The Silver Key..." I have become what I despised! How could I have
consented! May the Brighthammers never know of this! The hand that
scrawls this is mine, but tainted - it is warted, greenflesh, and hideous.
I live out a daily agony with only a far distant consolation. I have been
ensorcelled by the tricksy chicken-witch who claims that we do great good by
consenting to live in this form and perform her foolish errand. I begin to
doubt my loyalties. My companions almost readily agreed (especially that
hulking madman from the north). May Fharlanghn and Moradin forgive my
soul. I am all too ready to shed this cursed ruse. It has fouled my
beautiful voice - a damned shame! It mocks my abilities. I must act
that which I am not - Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I must compose myself. We find ourselves on a fool’s errand. I am disgusted by the company I keep – my clan’s enemies for some time now surround me (at least in their guises), and there are many questions left unanswered. How we will return to our form? Even if we manage to recover the Key and rescue the noble, what then? We make a few hundred mile trek back to friendly lands, only to find that we are treated as the enemy and slain on sight! It is from the frying pan to the fire. I've managed to calm myself since the last entry 2 days ago. I fear, as well as the other must though some do not show it, that we may very well turn into orcs permanently. Circumstances certainly carry that threat everywhere we look; in every action I carefully watch myself. The others have become more barbaric since the change though, and it would be a terribly disturbing fate should it come to pass. I find a darker place within me that craves release, now awakened by the brutish words and actions of my companions. They slip...and I have too... There was a skirmish today - between a horde of orcs and a score of well-hidden archers - elves, I believe. They struck from the forest, and the orcs charged, killing a number before the attackers retreated into the woods. The orcs lost at least twice the number they killed, but came back with fresh elf for the clans. I was disgusted as I watched from a distance. We have managed to stay hidden, following this great force headed for who knows where. Soon, we will have to join, since there will be no more places to hide. The journey is long and laborious - we're left to ponder our predicament. Were I not traveling for the horizon and accompanied by friends I would most assuredly go insane. The form brings with it savage impulses I must control or lose myself.
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