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Journal Fiction - Gholsbane by James -Gholsbane- Wheare

Contained Fury28 April 2004, 8:20 PM

Tuesday September 4, Seven Gates

"Covenant has fallen."

These were Turgeis with Burning Steel's first words upon entering the camp.

Soulblighter had entered the city by night hoping to find cover under darkness. Instead he found an empty city. It turns out that Alric had fled to Shoal two days previously, followed swiftly by the city's inhabitants with Mauriac at their lead. An army was left on the banks of the Ire as a last line of defense against the dark. Their remnants were forced to flee north. Turgeis was one of these men.

In his anger, Soulblighter reduced the city to dust. I tremble to think what could be done with the countless tomes and artifacts which were left within the walls of the Great Library.

We are camped in the pass of Seven Gates, awaiting the arrival of the Forest Giants who for the past three years have returned to fend off the Leveller's undead armies. Balor himself is now preparing to cross the Cloudspine and will surely be strengthened by the news of his lieutenant's victory. If we fail today, it will surely spell the end of our campaign against the dark.

We must not fail.

We have enlisted the aid of the bowmen of the fir'Bolg to swell our ranks in the defense of the pass. They will not let fall their bows until the dark has been banished from the earth.

The battle will be long and violent, more so if our towering allies do not arrive, and whether I am cut down by gridaksma blades or ripped apart by limbs of stone, I pray that Wyrd protect the West from Strand to the Ocean should we fail.

The Mad Goat of the Fens28 April 2004, 8:21 PM

Wednesday June 24, Near the Watcher's Camp

An hour ago word came from the Gjol that the ambush was set. We should be untroubled by Soulblighter while we await Alric's word.

The Watcher is ahead of us now, driving on his forces to meet the legion. We have been sent on ahead of the main force to strike at the centre of the onslaught, the Watcher himself.

The shards of bone from his wretched arm have been fashioned into arrow tips for the white hafts made by iu'Shee. For seven months now we have carried the thing and only now will it be used as a weapon against him.

According to Alric, these arrows, barely a foot shorter than a grown man, will turn the Watcher to stone. I must say I can't help feeling sceptical.

The archers will lead the attack to catch the Watcher by surprise. But he cannot be left unguarded so thirty berserks have been chosen to accompany the fir'Bolg to destroy this ancient evil forever.

The force is preparing for battle and will set out in a few hours. I will remain in the camp, praying on their success and our safe passage from this foul marsh. I only hope the plains of the north prove less hostile.

~ You have reached your journey's end ~