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The names and dates have been changed to avoid having remember them, or something about protecting the person in question... *shrug*
Entry #1: By the Watcher was this patrol difficult. I headed down the Pioneer way as I always do, stopping in at the inn to speak with travelers about where dangers lurk, and out of all the stories one really caught my attention. Lets call this person Lady Tormite for the time being. She told me of undead and demons that had taken up residence in Argyle keep. I couldn't help but thing this day was going to end poorly... I mean I thought it was going to be a great day, I made it all the way to the Second wind Inn before it started raining! More on my dislike of rain later, but being that I lack experience I figured it would be a good place to learn. I asked Lady Tormite to show me to the keep, she agreed which surprised me. Must be the armor, people feel safe with they see some one in a full suit of armor and with a shield standing in front of them... hardly blame them, I quite love my armor. It would just so happen that my charge from the Hand of Mundus was there as well... I actually call her Mage, which is easy enough to remember that I'll write it here too. She had just begun telling me of the recent vampire attacks when I had asked Lady Tormite to guide me to Argyle keep. I offered an invitation to Mage to join us, so I could listen to her story while we walked. She accepted quick enough, she's nice like that...
Well we made it to Argyle keep, which was farther away than Lady Tormite made it seem. Suppose I should be used to walking really, but I was rained upon for most of the journey... figures. Also seems that Mage had encountered an extremely powerful vampire, one I'm glad I did not meet. I don't have a silver sword yet.... I should get a silver sword, but I don't know any blacksmith that can make a proper Bastard sword.. Ah I got distracted by swords, right so there we were at the Keep. Undead seemingly teaming everywhere. Dreadful creatures, pitiful really... Moan too much for my liking when you hack them to bits. Makes me feel awful, I mean they didn't necessarily want to be undead. I pushed the pity down as we carved our way to a near by hamlet. Both Mage and Lady Tormite has cast wards on me and a few on themselves... which was strange. I'm already sturdy where they both didn't seem to even be wearing armor. By the time I had this thought I saw the biggest Peasant shaped ghost I ever did see... damned thing had a farming scythe in his hands too. He was a bit farther down the way from the hamlet then we were so he ignored us for the time being...
I was pondering if we should enter the houses to search for undead and any supplies that would be useful when Lady Tormite said with authority, "We should enter." I really didn't have a good reason to argue so I followed her ushered Mage in. The house wasn't too bad of shape, considering it was surrounded by undead and hasn't had a good clean in a while of course. I, with the aid of the wards the two have provided earlier, started to take down the few undead in the room directly to the left of the door. After the third of fourth blow had been struck, I heard a scream from the room behind me. I took a quick step back, just in time to see Lady Tormite struck down. Mage was hidden with a spell at the time, so I could not see here, but I heard a gasp as the body hit the floor. Alarmed and angered I quickly crushed the undead without mercy. Walking into the room I checked Lady Tormite for any signs of life, though I knew I was too late. I may not be tall, but I'm plenty strong, so I tossed her body over my pack and adjusted my shield. "This won't be easy, but we are already inside. We may as well have a look around."... words at the time I thought made perfect sense...
We found a path down stairs into what looked to be a cellar, Mage's invisibility had faded by this time. I opened the first door to reveal a rather unsuspecting undead peasant rambling in the corner. Quickly dispatching her as to avoid drawing too much attention, and then to the next room next too it with the same. Only this time while I was fighting Mage closes the door behind her and says "More are coming!"... Well she was right, and it was that damned scythe wielding peasant! The fight was hard and drawn out, Mage helped anyway she could, but after all the lesser undead fell it was just me and the scythe wielder trading blows. Not even a week ago I had picked up a few dwarven defensive techniques from a few friends I had made, and by the Watcher I could use ever trick I had at the time. That blasted scythe left more dents in my armor than I've ever had before... and hopefully ever again. He did fall, eventually, with Mage out of spells and me wounded... we were not looking good. I should also like to point out I didn't know Mage had run out of spells at the time, not something you can really tell without proper training...
We began our exit, which seemed to be undead free... that was until we reached the door. Undead burst from ever which way into the main hall, I counted six total though one had a bow so she wasn't in the melee. Mage made for the door while I held them off, only to be struck down by an arrow. I backed into the doorway, unable to leave a fallen ally behind, and fought for what seemed to be ages. One peasant got a hold of my shield with his rake and tried to pull it free.. and would have to if I didn't stab my sword into the peasant to his right and quaff a potion of bulls strength. As the magic took effect I slammed my head into the rake wielding peasant, my hand on the hilt of my blade, and broke free from the ranks of undead. He blow felled two peasants and freed my sword from its ghastly sheath. Leaving three standing, two of which has already been struck several times, and the archer. I was running out of stamina so I had to think fast... and I'm not proud of what I did. I tossed Lady Tormite's body at two of the peasants... Luck would have it Only Helm and myself will ever know this, but it was rather effective. I had only expected a pause in the attacked, but they both went down under the force of the body. Only later do I realize it was the potion I had drank moments before that had caused this to work. I didn't wait to take action, impaling the standing undead in my way as I jumped over the tangle mess of limbs and moans, and charged the archer. She was a little more skilled than the horde behind me... and armed a great deal better. She struck out at me with an arrow, using it like a punch dagger, quicker than I could manage if I had done the same.... she was a great deal more stronger than I....
But she wore a lot less armor, which proved to be her undoing! I swung once as I fell back from he assault of thrust and attempted to recover my balance. When I found my footing once more and turned my attention back to my attacker.. she was slumped over on the edge of my sword moaning and weakly grasping the blade. I thought at the time how painful that would have been if she was alive. Spinning on my heels I slammed her into the wall on my right, ripping my sword from her gut and nearly splitting her in two. Speaking of two, the undead had free themselves from Lady Tormite's body and began charging at me from across the room. With little fight left, I put my left foot back and planted my right foot firmly forward... Set my sword in the hallow of my shield and waited for the two to set upon me. One charge right onto the blade, quickly slumping off as the second pushed past it to stab over my shield with a broken bottle. My helmet was made of steel, but my eyes were not. The broken glass rained into my face, blinding me a moment, giving the undead enough time to wedge in between my shield and the wall to my right. Now without any place to maneuver or go.... he was trapped. I recovered my sight as he was futilely beating his fist on my heavy plate armor and with a quick head butt, which I regret now thanks to the large bruise on my forehead, he was sorted out.
Now the unexpected part happened, I recovered Lady Tormite's body from the place I had thrown it and placed her back over my pack. I did not have enough room for another body on my pack so I tossed mage over the back of my neck.... which is what surprised me... her bosom was a great deal larger than I expected! I know I shouldn't have thought of it at the time, but I knew she was going to be brought back to life when I got back to the church.... It was an odd thought that still plagues me even now. I ran past a few slow moving hordes of undead, all the while Mage's chest pressed onto my neck... I think I shall hence forth call her Bust mage in my Journal.... Haha! Lovely idea, not like anyone else shall read this anyway! This made the journey back to the Church that much more swift. Thought I'm not really sure if I should mention this too her next we meet.. or maybe apologize.. I am not sure if I even took advantage of the situation... I worry about myself sometimes....
Entry #1: By the Watcher was this patrol difficult. I headed down the Pioneer way as I always do, stopping in at the inn to speak with travelers about where dangers lurk, and out of all the stories one really caught my attention. Lets call this person Lady Tormite for the time being. She told me of undead and demons that had taken up residence in Argyle keep. I couldn't help but thing this day was going to end poorly... I mean I thought it was going to be a great day, I made it all the way to the Second wind Inn before it started raining! More on my dislike of rain later, but being that I lack experience I figured it would be a good place to learn. I asked Lady Tormite to show me to the keep, she agreed which surprised me. Must be the armor, people feel safe with they see some one in a full suit of armor and with a shield standing in front of them... hardly blame them, I quite love my armor. It would just so happen that my charge from the Hand of Mundus was there as well... I actually call her Mage, which is easy enough to remember that I'll write it here too. She had just begun telling me of the recent vampire attacks when I had asked Lady Tormite to guide me to Argyle keep. I offered an invitation to Mage to join us, so I could listen to her story while we walked. She accepted quick enough, she's nice like that...
Well we made it to Argyle keep, which was farther away than Lady Tormite made it seem. Suppose I should be used to walking really, but I was rained upon for most of the journey... figures. Also seems that Mage had encountered an extremely powerful vampire, one I'm glad I did not meet. I don't have a silver sword yet.... I should get a silver sword, but I don't know any blacksmith that can make a proper Bastard sword.. Ah I got distracted by swords, right so there we were at the Keep. Undead seemingly teaming everywhere. Dreadful creatures, pitiful really... Moan too much for my liking when you hack them to bits. Makes me feel awful, I mean they didn't necessarily want to be undead. I pushed the pity down as we carved our way to a near by hamlet. Both Mage and Lady Tormite has cast wards on me and a few on themselves... which was strange. I'm already sturdy where they both didn't seem to even be wearing armor. By the time I had this thought I saw the biggest Peasant shaped ghost I ever did see... damned thing had a farming scythe in his hands too. He was a bit farther down the way from the hamlet then we were so he ignored us for the time being...
I was pondering if we should enter the houses to search for undead and any supplies that would be useful when Lady Tormite said with authority, "We should enter." I really didn't have a good reason to argue so I followed her ushered Mage in. The house wasn't too bad of shape, considering it was surrounded by undead and hasn't had a good clean in a while of course. I, with the aid of the wards the two have provided earlier, started to take down the few undead in the room directly to the left of the door. After the third of fourth blow had been struck, I heard a scream from the room behind me. I took a quick step back, just in time to see Lady Tormite struck down. Mage was hidden with a spell at the time, so I could not see here, but I heard a gasp as the body hit the floor. Alarmed and angered I quickly crushed the undead without mercy. Walking into the room I checked Lady Tormite for any signs of life, though I knew I was too late. I may not be tall, but I'm plenty strong, so I tossed her body over my pack and adjusted my shield. "This won't be easy, but we are already inside. We may as well have a look around."... words at the time I thought made perfect sense...
We found a path down stairs into what looked to be a cellar, Mage's invisibility had faded by this time. I opened the first door to reveal a rather unsuspecting undead peasant rambling in the corner. Quickly dispatching her as to avoid drawing too much attention, and then to the next room next too it with the same. Only this time while I was fighting Mage closes the door behind her and says "More are coming!"... Well she was right, and it was that damned scythe wielding peasant! The fight was hard and drawn out, Mage helped anyway she could, but after all the lesser undead fell it was just me and the scythe wielder trading blows. Not even a week ago I had picked up a few dwarven defensive techniques from a few friends I had made, and by the Watcher I could use ever trick I had at the time. That blasted scythe left more dents in my armor than I've ever had before... and hopefully ever again. He did fall, eventually, with Mage out of spells and me wounded... we were not looking good. I should also like to point out I didn't know Mage had run out of spells at the time, not something you can really tell without proper training...
We began our exit, which seemed to be undead free... that was until we reached the door. Undead burst from ever which way into the main hall, I counted six total though one had a bow so she wasn't in the melee. Mage made for the door while I held them off, only to be struck down by an arrow. I backed into the doorway, unable to leave a fallen ally behind, and fought for what seemed to be ages. One peasant got a hold of my shield with his rake and tried to pull it free.. and would have to if I didn't stab my sword into the peasant to his right and quaff a potion of bulls strength. As the magic took effect I slammed my head into the rake wielding peasant, my hand on the hilt of my blade, and broke free from the ranks of undead. He blow felled two peasants and freed my sword from its ghastly sheath. Leaving three standing, two of which has already been struck several times, and the archer. I was running out of stamina so I had to think fast... and I'm not proud of what I did. I tossed Lady Tormite's body at two of the peasants... Luck would have it Only Helm and myself will ever know this, but it was rather effective. I had only expected a pause in the attacked, but they both went down under the force of the body. Only later do I realize it was the potion I had drank moments before that had caused this to work. I didn't wait to take action, impaling the standing undead in my way as I jumped over the tangle mess of limbs and moans, and charged the archer. She was a little more skilled than the horde behind me... and armed a great deal better. She struck out at me with an arrow, using it like a punch dagger, quicker than I could manage if I had done the same.... she was a great deal more stronger than I....
But she wore a lot less armor, which proved to be her undoing! I swung once as I fell back from he assault of thrust and attempted to recover my balance. When I found my footing once more and turned my attention back to my attacker.. she was slumped over on the edge of my sword moaning and weakly grasping the blade. I thought at the time how painful that would have been if she was alive. Spinning on my heels I slammed her into the wall on my right, ripping my sword from her gut and nearly splitting her in two. Speaking of two, the undead had free themselves from Lady Tormite's body and began charging at me from across the room. With little fight left, I put my left foot back and planted my right foot firmly forward... Set my sword in the hallow of my shield and waited for the two to set upon me. One charge right onto the blade, quickly slumping off as the second pushed past it to stab over my shield with a broken bottle. My helmet was made of steel, but my eyes were not. The broken glass rained into my face, blinding me a moment, giving the undead enough time to wedge in between my shield and the wall to my right. Now without any place to maneuver or go.... he was trapped. I recovered my sight as he was futilely beating his fist on my heavy plate armor and with a quick head butt, which I regret now thanks to the large bruise on my forehead, he was sorted out.
Now the unexpected part happened, I recovered Lady Tormite's body from the place I had thrown it and placed her back over my pack. I did not have enough room for another body on my pack so I tossed mage over the back of my neck.... which is what surprised me... her bosom was a great deal larger than I expected! I know I shouldn't have thought of it at the time, but I knew she was going to be brought back to life when I got back to the church.... It was an odd thought that still plagues me even now. I ran past a few slow moving hordes of undead, all the while Mage's chest pressed onto my neck... I think I shall hence forth call her Bust mage in my Journal.... Haha! Lovely idea, not like anyone else shall read this anyway! This made the journey back to the Church that much more swift. Thought I'm not really sure if I should mention this too her next we meet.. or maybe apologize.. I am not sure if I even took advantage of the situation... I worry about myself sometimes....