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- Journal of Captain Andrew Mactintosh (Only chapters shown are chapters of interest)
- Entry 58
- Weather: Calm (for once)
- The blizzards have finally died down at last! Finally a chance to get in some fresh supplies, Gaston was getting rather stretched for things to feed the lads, any longer and we’d have been eating leather!
- I’ve sent out the lads to the nearest town for supplies, and sent the rangers to scout while I was at it, it’s been too long since we last patrolled the woods, word of the civil war in the south is troubling news, we need to keep our eyes open for scouts, just in-case.
- Entry 61
- Weather: Calm (storm approaching)
- Fresh meat! It’s been almost a month since I last had steak! A meal I won’t soon forget, the rangers had a good look around during the last couple of days, which is good, another blizzard is approaching, so they’ve had to haul their arses back inside, or they’d have been trapped out there, no way of getting’ past those winds unless your either a mage or just a crazy sod who got lucky.
- The lads said they found a Cairn they hadn’t seen before, not one of there markers, that was for certain, The grave was shallow, too shallow, and the wooden sarchophagus had been smashed apart, the lads said they saw the body, pretty well preserved by the ice, canine, bloodhound, his face was… Wrong, they say, twisted, demonic, were just some of the words they used. A strange blue orb clutched in his grip, I don’t like the sounds of this.
- Entry 62
- Weather: Windy (Durelle you basterd)
- I spoke to our resident mage, healer, and advisor, Durell, regarding the Cairn, the crazy basterd ordered the rangers back out to retrieve it behind my back! Gave the bugger a reprimand and shut him in that study of his, he says he wants to study the orb, which I’ve ordered be placed in the rear-most room of the fort, behind the stronghold gates, I don’t whatever foul magic that thing has anywhere near my men.
- Entry 65
- Weather: Blizzard
- The rough weather is back in full force, which is both good and bad I suppose, means we won’t be attacked anytime soon, even if either side wants this damned fort. Some of the lads are getting jumpy though, Durelle has been shut up with that orb everyday now for hours on end, only coming out to eat or to sleep, I swear the basterd is obsessed with the thing. Some of the lads have been getting’ jumpy lately, swear they’ve been hearing voices in their sleep, I told them to stop eating so much before sleep and give it a couple of days
- (the following entries all detail the worsening of the voices, and the degenerating behaviour of the soldiers and Durelle
- Entry 68
- Weather: Blizzard
- That Bloody orb! I knew not getting rid of it when I had the chance was a mistake, some of the lads have gone nuts, turned against one another, the hall turned into a fucking slaughterhouse last night, and now I’m hearing the voices too! The don’t stop! Telling me everyones out to get me, and worst, I can’t help but listen to the damn thing, not matter how much I tell myself it’s wrong, that soft tone, that soft bloody tone coming from it that sounds like my wife… Concerned for me, crying, begging me to defend myself. I’d run right out of here if I could, take every sane man with me, but that fucking blizzard has us trapped, all I can do is my job, and hope for the best.
- (the next few entries detail the captains degenerating condition, his entries becoming more sporadic and insane before reaching the final entry
- Entry 73
- Weather: Blizzard
- She’s calling for me, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling, calling all the others are dead, even Durelle, all dead, but it’s okay, they’re protecting her now, all of them, and now I will be joining them too, My sweet, sweet Joanna, I won’t let anybody hurt you, I promise. Promise
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