Monday July 20, Outside Rhi'anon

None of us miss the mosquitoes and leeches of the marsh, but this bleak landscape is hardly better. We are outside the old Trow city of Rhi'anon, abandoned centuries ago in the war which nearly exterminated their race. Each hour brings us closer to Balor's fortress and almost certainly to the end of our own lives.

After weeks of shadowing us, Soulblighter's army vanished after the battle on the Gjol. He's certain to show up again soon, but meanwhile its given us a welcome rest from fighting.

Alric has been busy again, hardly sleeping I'm told, planning for the coming battle. A single berserk reached us yesterday, after having come all the way over the mountains from the city of Willow, fourteen hundred miles away. He delivered to Alric a single package the size of a man's fist, wrapped in rags, and refuses to talk with anyone about events in the west.

A small group of us are going into the city ahead of the main force tomorrow, to secure a bridge which Alric fears the enemy would destroy if we attacked in force. Once it has been secured, the Legion will follow.