Friday November 7, The Plain of Scales
We were two days in that tunnel out of Covenant, the Watcher crossing
above us every few hours, shaking the ground in his fury and twice
nearly burying us alive. Sometime on the second day the tremors
grew less distinct, and we were relieved to find nothing but rats
and mosquitoes waiting for us when we reached Shoal.
Not wishing to return west we headed down the coast toward the
old city of Scales, where we met Maeldun's southern garrison and
turned over the Codex.
We learned there that by coincidence the combined armies of the
North are only four days behind us, heading for the mountains
to stop The Deceiver, another of The Fallen Lords, from crossing
the Cloudspine before winter.
But we can't wait for them: There is a World Knot west of the
Cloudspine and The Head insists that the enemy has learned to
travel through the Knots. If we don't destroy this portal we might
hold the mountains only to be outflanked by forces emerging from
the Knot behind us.
Eight Dwarven irregulars and every man in Scales from the Legion
have volunteered for the mission.