Post by mourir on Dec 16, 2009 19:47:04 GMT -5
Mourirs Journal: First day of the winter of endless cold
Its been a month and a half since I started my journey by sea, just this morning I reached land. I sailed here with a crew of otters, serving as a deckhand since they needed an extra crew member. Not that they were happy to have a ferret on board. We immediatly went our seperate ways. Anyhow, the Northlands are everything I expected, cold, harsh, unforgiving. I dont know why I came here, I guess Ive no where left to go. I grow tired of wandering, maybe Ill finally find someplace to settle down here.
Mourirs Journal: Fourth day of the winter of endless cold
Its cold, very cold. I knew it was foolish to come here. Im not used to lands like this, I fell through some ice yesterday and got soaked. I would have frozen to death if my camp would not have been so close. I will continue north, however Im not sure what Im even looking for.
Mourirs Journal: Seventh day of the winter of endless cold
So many vermin in this land. Theres a great vermin fortress called Marshank. I passed it up two days ago. Every now and then I spot vermin patrols, Im guessing they come from the fortress. I do my best to avoid them. Its seems to be getting even colder as time passes, and my supplies are short and I am tired. I suppose Ill head to riftgard, a former ferret fortress now inhabited by kind beasts.
Mourirs Journal: Tenth day of the winter of endless cold
I have reached Riftgard, only to find the gates broken down and the entire place ravaged. Everyone was slaughtered, although there was one survior, a young squirrel named Bajo. The squirrel told me that it was a Wolverine named Garl and his horde of white vermin from the land of ice and snow to the north. Bajo died of his injuries after telling me. I gave him and all the other beasts a proper burial, a grisly process that took me most of the day. I restocked on my supplies, and found a heavy wool coat that was very warm. I feel lost, and angry at the violence caused on such kind beasts. Im not sure what to do now....But I know I want to make the wolverin and his horde pay. I think Ill spend the night at Riftgard, then in the morning I will continue my journey.
Mourir Journal: Fifteenth day of the winter of endless cold
I reached the land of Ice and Snow two days ago. I have not had time to write, as things have been bad. Yesterday I found a cave, so I entered it hoping to find some relief from the relentless cold. I checked the cave, making sure no one was here already. I went to sleep, being tired from my journey. I woke up in the middle of the night, hearing something outside, I crept to the mouth of the cave and looked out. It was a white ermine, holding a torch he was walking up the hill leading to my cave. In his other hand was a banner, a white banner with a bloody claw as its symbol. I guessed that he was part of the Wolverines horde, maybe a scout.I hid behind a rock in the back of my cave. The ermine came into the cave, searching it he walked to the back, about to examine the rock I hid behind. I sprung from behind the rock, leaping onto the ermine I grabbed his neck, and didnt let go untill his body went limp and he stopped struggling. I hate killing.....I knew it was a mistake to come here.
Mourirs Journal: Seventeenth day of the winter of endless cold
Immediatly after I had slain the ermine I left, and not a moment to soon. I headed further north, and when I set up camp for the night on a hill I could see it. A horde of white vermin, all with torches and bearing the banner with the bloody claw. So the ermine I killed was a scout, and there wondering where he is. I slept for only a couple hours, paranoid of the horde only miles away. When I awoke I seen that they were heading my way...I sped off, hoping to put distance between us. After almost a day straight of marching I could see what looked like a small camp, and I walked towards it. I reached the camp after a few hours. I found that it was full of otters, seeking vengance on the horde for the slaughter at Riftgard, who were there friends. I told the otters of my cause, and they happily accepted, needing any help they could get.
(Ill probally finish it later, gonna take a break now though.)
Its been a month and a half since I started my journey by sea, just this morning I reached land. I sailed here with a crew of otters, serving as a deckhand since they needed an extra crew member. Not that they were happy to have a ferret on board. We immediatly went our seperate ways. Anyhow, the Northlands are everything I expected, cold, harsh, unforgiving. I dont know why I came here, I guess Ive no where left to go. I grow tired of wandering, maybe Ill finally find someplace to settle down here.
Mourirs Journal: Fourth day of the winter of endless cold
Its cold, very cold. I knew it was foolish to come here. Im not used to lands like this, I fell through some ice yesterday and got soaked. I would have frozen to death if my camp would not have been so close. I will continue north, however Im not sure what Im even looking for.
Mourirs Journal: Seventh day of the winter of endless cold
So many vermin in this land. Theres a great vermin fortress called Marshank. I passed it up two days ago. Every now and then I spot vermin patrols, Im guessing they come from the fortress. I do my best to avoid them. Its seems to be getting even colder as time passes, and my supplies are short and I am tired. I suppose Ill head to riftgard, a former ferret fortress now inhabited by kind beasts.
Mourirs Journal: Tenth day of the winter of endless cold
I have reached Riftgard, only to find the gates broken down and the entire place ravaged. Everyone was slaughtered, although there was one survior, a young squirrel named Bajo. The squirrel told me that it was a Wolverine named Garl and his horde of white vermin from the land of ice and snow to the north. Bajo died of his injuries after telling me. I gave him and all the other beasts a proper burial, a grisly process that took me most of the day. I restocked on my supplies, and found a heavy wool coat that was very warm. I feel lost, and angry at the violence caused on such kind beasts. Im not sure what to do now....But I know I want to make the wolverin and his horde pay. I think Ill spend the night at Riftgard, then in the morning I will continue my journey.
Mourir Journal: Fifteenth day of the winter of endless cold
I reached the land of Ice and Snow two days ago. I have not had time to write, as things have been bad. Yesterday I found a cave, so I entered it hoping to find some relief from the relentless cold. I checked the cave, making sure no one was here already. I went to sleep, being tired from my journey. I woke up in the middle of the night, hearing something outside, I crept to the mouth of the cave and looked out. It was a white ermine, holding a torch he was walking up the hill leading to my cave. In his other hand was a banner, a white banner with a bloody claw as its symbol. I guessed that he was part of the Wolverines horde, maybe a scout.I hid behind a rock in the back of my cave. The ermine came into the cave, searching it he walked to the back, about to examine the rock I hid behind. I sprung from behind the rock, leaping onto the ermine I grabbed his neck, and didnt let go untill his body went limp and he stopped struggling. I hate killing.....I knew it was a mistake to come here.
Mourirs Journal: Seventeenth day of the winter of endless cold
Immediatly after I had slain the ermine I left, and not a moment to soon. I headed further north, and when I set up camp for the night on a hill I could see it. A horde of white vermin, all with torches and bearing the banner with the bloody claw. So the ermine I killed was a scout, and there wondering where he is. I slept for only a couple hours, paranoid of the horde only miles away. When I awoke I seen that they were heading my way...I sped off, hoping to put distance between us. After almost a day straight of marching I could see what looked like a small camp, and I walked towards it. I reached the camp after a few hours. I found that it was full of otters, seeking vengance on the horde for the slaughter at Riftgard, who were there friends. I told the otters of my cause, and they happily accepted, needing any help they could get.
(Ill probally finish it later, gonna take a break now though.)
