30th day of Eternal Sun, Year 3125
This is my report
I have had the greatest day of my life! Had I known Rangers had such battles I might have joined years ago.
Strange, my companions found little fun in our glorious battle. Southlanders. I will never understand these people.
The battle began almost as I was concluding my previous report. As I put away my parchment I noted a sudden darkening of the skies. Sundown was at least half a turn of the glass away, so this was odd. More strange yet, mist began to coil about my legs.
We were under ATTACK!
My band seemed slow to respond. They were still talking about rocks. By the ancestors. I was considering shouting a warning when I found myself standing in a cloud. At least, I assume that is what it would be like. I am an orc. I don’t fly.
Maybe I’ll ask the winged elf. Come to think, where is he. I have not seen him around. Strange.
As I stood in the mist, enjoying the feeling, I began to smell the cold, rotten stench of death and corruption. We were definitely under attack.
My soul soared!
Gripping my chucktar, I planted my feet and waited for the strike that herald the bloodletting. Around me, I began to hear muffled sounds of combat as creatures of undeath engaged my band. I am ashamed to say that I felt a pang of jealousy hearing their screams. How fortunate to be the first struck.
Fortune smiled, I was quickly engaged by Trogolodyte by its putrid scent of sweat, corruption and boiled leather with a hint of cold, coppery metallic accents. It was a familiar stench.
Almost the instant I detected its presence, I felt the air caress my cheek as his axe blade nearly separated my head from my shoulders. Death had never been so close! Finally, some entertainment.
I unleashed my battle cry “KURA’KAI!”, and counter attacked. Maybe it is the southlands themselves, with their weak people, and lush, bountiful fields. The Troglanesh here seem somehow…weaker and more pathetic than those of my own lands. It was felled by a single blow.
Disappointing, but I had my first kill of the day. Actually, first of the month, I think. Well, at least many weeks.
Around me, I smelled blood, fear, sweat and undead. I think my allies were bleeding, sweating, and fearing. Can undead sweat? I shall ask the Sergeant. He is full of useless knowledge.
I stray. Nearby, I could make out the sound of the Sergeant and the not so quiet man engaged in battle. The Sergeant is easy to find. He makes the most feminine sounds in battle. That, and his constant muttering arcane gibberish. The not so quiet man is harder. He doesn’t say much. But, we have only two human males, and one smells like a winery.
No booze, no drunk.
So, my foe in pieces at my feet, I leaped to the Sergeant and swung wildly at the foes around us. I only ever faced a Wraith once before, but I was blessed by our shaman then. Apparently you need magic to kill Wraiths…and Specters.
That is something I must fix.
Though I could not see the others, I do recall the scent of flowers. Not sure about that one.
While I vainly battled the Wraith, the not so quiet one to grazed by the creature and decided to take a nap. We had been walking a long time, though I’m not sure that the middle of battle is the best time for a sleep. Anyway, he slept very soundly.
I felt so sorry for him. He missed the entire battle and claimed no kills for himself. Maybe, I could round up some undead so that he could get in practice?
At some point, Danica arrived. I know because she smells of woman and steel. I like it. She was battling too. I think that she and the Sergeant switched dance partners. Or maybe the Specter was too much for the Mage? Either way, I could hear, even over the clash of weapons that the thing had caught her up in its deathly grasp.
Once saw an Orc get sucked down to a husk by one of them things. Horrible way to go. Bout this time, the Sergeant lost his courage, again, and ordered us to flee with tails tucked.
Not so quiet man was on the ground, but the Sergeant was groping vainly to find him. Danica’s pleasant bouquet was close. Only way to get away from of those things is by force, so I took a running leap and followed my nose.
Danica is surprisingly hard for a human woman. Stout. Heavy. I like that.
We hit the ground, but I could smell the blood and stress. Nothing doing, orders were to flee like frightened children, so I snatched her up and took off after the Corporal.
Now there is a scent if I’ve ever smelled one. She’s got that elf woman thing…sweet, floral with a hit of…earth? But the corporal also smells of boiled leather, wood and sinew from the bow, oil from the armor and ozone, like the air right before a rain.
Never smelled nothing like it in all my years.
Good thing though, hell of easy to find. It’s a wonder she isn’t hunted down all the time. Too easy to mark.
We make it out of the mist and I was happy to see that the battle wasn’t over!
To my left, the drunk was crying about a little arrow through his chest. Idiot. Further on, the Corporal was playing with a couple Shayakar. Looked like fun.
Nearby, Dakota stood with wild eyes. I’ve seen those eyes, right before some blood-mad orc decides to take on an entire Maelstrom slave column himself. But, at least she’s got some spirit. Odd though, none of the Darkness beasts showed much interest in her.
Probably cause she wreaks of corruption and death. Maybe there is something to this sickness? What a waste. I’m not into the elf thing, too easily broken. But…I dunno. Crazy can be fun.
Knew this orc shaman once. She hailed from a gather a few days south. Anyway, crazy orc tried to bed anything that slowed down long enough. And she wasn’t bad to look at. Trouble is, she stabbed every poor sod that rolled her. Got so bad, about half the gather sported wounds from her blade. Became something of a bad of honor for the gather. Women folk didn’t care too much for it, tho.
Anyway, she got older and it got harder for her to lure victims to her bedroll. After that, she just stabbed whoever she could get the drop on. It paid to keep a watchful eye out when trading with that lot, let me tell you. Old biddy was fast.
Dakota kinda reminds me of her somewhat. It’d be fun to go for a roll, but I should probably keep my armor on. To be safe, you know?
Oh, yeh. The battle. So, that all was going on off to the left. Ahead of me, where the horses were the Olarans had formed a shield wall and were being pressed by some more of Shayakar fellows. Behind them, the singing elf was singing to the horses, oh and the one ass. Muriel, not any of the Olarans.
Well, also that little dwarf was there. Turns out he can speak, but only when casting spells. He’s a healer and mage. I always figured you had to be one or the other. Turns out not. Though, seeing how much time it takes to master that stuff, who would want to try and do more? Dunno.
But, he’s pretty tough for a midget. I guess.
And, off to my right was the most beautiful sight my eyes have beheld. And entire army of Darkness marching down on us. Bone golems, trogs, and them black robed necromancers. Things were just getting good.
I thought about meeting them head on, get a real challenge, but remembered our orders were to run away. So, I dropped Danica and headed over to help the Corporal. I hated to ruin her fun, but she was taking too long with the Shayakar. If that army got there, no one would be leaving and the Sergeant would be pissed.
So, I gutted one.
Dakota blasted the other. She has that whatdya call it…Arcfire. What them Builder types use. Crazy little elf. Cute, full of fire, and fearless. Maybe I am a little into elves?
Well, the Corporal was free and the Sergeant staggered out of the mist lugging the still napping not so quiet man. Boy he can sleep.
We were having a moment, enjoying the evening air when one of them black robed necromancers cut down the Sergeant. Well, now I had him and the not so quiet human down. Ugh.
So, I snatched them up and jogged over to the horses. The Olarans were making a good show of it. As was the dwarf. The singing elf kept singing. Strange woman.
I dropped off the two bodies and turned to see Dakota running at the enemy army. Curse it, she’d gone blood mad. No reasoning with’em when their like that.
So, I jogged after her to bring her back. Sergeant said we all had to flee. Since she was touched in the head, I figured she’d not follow orders. Speaking of, the Sergeant was bleeding pretty bad from his eyes and ears. I think that last bolt might have done some head damage. I’ll have to keep an eye on him.
I knew this troll once, had a rock fall on his head while building a wall. Healers couldn’t find nothing wrong. Said he had a slight headache, but nothing doing. So, he rests a day and then goes back to work. I swear, a week later, he just keeled over. Dead.
Head wounds are like that.
Anyway, the Corporal and Danica laid down some cover fire as the drunk staggered to the ass and everyone else, save the Olarans, got to the horses.
As I ran, I noted the crazed little elf was fiddling with her arcfire thing… I wondered what that was about until she charged the Necro and set it off. I THINK she was trying to blow herself up, and take him with her. A plan I would definitely approve, but the cursed thing just popped and fizzled.
Kind a tickled, really. Didn’t do much to the necro, but it did send her flying back to me. Saved me a few steps. So, I tucked her under my arm and head back. Danica put an arrow or two down range, but didn’t do a whole lot.
The necromancer tried to drop me, but I guess he’s never faced an orc before. Pissant little spells don’t do an abyss of a lot. C’ept maybe piss us off.
Well, I got back and everyone was on their mounts or dancing around with their horses. With all the singing and dancing, maybe southlands have some kind of ritual they have to perform? We don’t really use horse much, but when we do we just get on, and get back off once we reach where we are headed.
These southlands have to wine and dine their mounts before they’ll do as their told. I really think that everything down here, people, trogs, and horses are all soft. Makes killing easier, though.
So, now we’re all mounted, save for the Olarans. Do I envy them. Such a glorious battle and a death worthy of a warrior. But no, I had to ride this flamed horse away while they hogged all the glory.
They got roasted behind us. Spooked about half the horses. The rest of us had to carry out those of us thrown. Made riding a pain. Horses struggled with all the weight.
But, we got out. The team, at least, not the Olarans. Most of my companions were banged up bad, save for me, Dakota, and the weird singing elf.
Ya know, come to it. I didn’t see either the flying elf nor the strutting elf. I know the flying one has been gone a minute, but I swear that strutting leaf ear was there right before the mists. So many flamed elves, hard to keep track.
We rode till the horses died, then we stopped. Some of the Rangers field stripped the horses. Honestly, I figured these soft southlanders would be too squeamish for that rot. But no. Color me impressed.
We made camp just after dawn and got some rest and healing. I stayed on watch mostly. Me and the singing elf. Seems she’s the only one who knows where to go.
Oh, and not so quiet man finally woke up. Seemed pretty well rested, though a little sad he missed all the fun. So, we marched and camped and whatnot.
That night, though, we were all enjoying some horsemeat or sleep as was our wont. The singing elf said something was coming, so Danica went out. Couldn’t see nothing, so the Sergeant, the singing elf, and Danica went out there while the rest of us got ready for battle.
Twice in two days! Was not to be.
Turns out it was some horsemen looking for us. Some free riders or some such. Anyway, they brought mounts, food and medicine. Course, nothing seems to help Dakota. She’s already got one foot in the grave.
After they talked, we broke camp and headed south and east. Seems there’s a fort there. An army is assembling so we can go back and attack an empty bunch of rocks. To my mind, that’s a bit of overkill, but these southlanders are a cautious lot.
So, that’s about it. I think once the army arrives I’ll see if that singing elf can help me scrounge up something to magic my blade. Was kinda sad not being able to hit the Wraith.
Other than that. I expect to have more guard duty and more sitting around waiting. Though, I am worried about Dakota. Maybe I should see if she’d like a roll? Before she goes.
About the band.
Sergeant has the power, but seems confused in battle. I was right about him being the academic type. Probably be better served behind a desk. That necromancer fellow didn’t hesitate none. I might see if he wants to train a bit. Nothing helps your focus like a chucktar flying at your face.
Corporal’s a tough one. Maybe the toughest elf I’ve ever seen. Abyss of a shot too. Not sure about he magic stuff, though. Reminds me of them storms a few years back. That was bad mojo.
Not so quiet human. What can I say. He’s got the magic. I’ve seen it. He’s got the skill. Something is holding him back. Seems almost afraid to unleash himself. One of these days he is gonna get himself or a friend killed if he can’t get over whatever thing has hold of him. Too much control. I’ve seen it before. Sad waste too. He could be a mighty warrior.
Danica. Good, solid warrior. For a human female.
Dakota. Lovely in a crazy way. Not long for this world. Sad waste. Funny, she’s got too much fire. Trying so hard to be mad that she can’t focus on any one thing long enough to make a difference. If she just had some control… Funny, isn’t it. Not so quiet man has too much control and not enough fire. Dakota the opposite. Wonder if there might be a way to rectify that… I should ask the Sergeant.
The drunk is a fool and not much more.
The dwarf made a good showing of himself. Half decent healer.
I don’t know what to say about that crazy singing elf, though. She has a thing about horses. But, maybe she can help me get better gear.
Strutting elf ran off before battle. Not much to say there. Always struck me as a poser.
That’s pretty much it. Been not two days since my last entry. Seems longer.
Pretty sure I should sign here somewhere.