Tuesday April 21, Soulblighter's camp, west of the Cloudspine
Deranged, arrogant, self-serving... none of these words can fully describe
The Deceiver. No wonder his army has always been made up of bewitched men and
the walking dead - no thinking being would willingly follow him.
The Deceiver dropped us in the middle of Soulblighter's camp, hoping to attack
him by surprise. King Alric said nothing of a sneak attack before we left
Muirthemne - it is obvious The Deceiver was acting on his own. We were captured
instantly and thrown into rude cells with other prisoners from some unsung battle
in the west. The Deceiver was caught in the claw of some elemental beast
commanded by Soulblighter, but not before he had struck down more than a dozen of
the enemy with his magic.
We have been imprisoned for only nine hours but already can tell that something
is afoot. The whole camp is alive with activity and even our guards seem
preoccupied with some greater purpose. According to the men captured before us,
Shiver has returned after crushing all resistance in the west. Perhaps
Soulblighter now seeks to recapture Muirthemne.
If we cannot devise a plan to free ourselves soon, there will be no one left to
carry it out. Many of our comrades have been beaten, stripped and dragged away.
We hear them being tortured, and their screams of agony are slowly eroding our
morale. The longer we wait, the more difficult it will be just to escape, let
alone free The Deceiver.
I have yet to mention our jailor. It is the devil Phelot, the shade who
decimated Avon's Grove during the Great War. It is a wonder he has not yet
sought vengeance upon us, as he was sorely injured by The Deceiver upon our