Journal of Morgan T. Kinter

Journal of Morgan T. Kinter Journal entry May 26 Yr 46002

What an adventure this has turned out to be!  This has been the most exciting day so far and although I am quite weary I still feel the distant rush of adrenaline.  Let me back up a bit.

We were able to complete a number of small tasks in Orin Prime but it turned out we were too late to catch the carriage out of town, (we probably would not have been able to afford it anyway.)  Belgrat was apparently able to get his axe polished and sharpened which had grown rusty in the storage area while he had been awaiting his trial although I am unsure why he did not sell the golden statue he carries with him.  It seems a bit bulky.  My own court appearance went well and I was able to have the two objects returned to me with the aid of Sariea.

We were able to procure four fine steeds for our journey to the Port of Jorgu but by the time we were able to bid farewell to Orin Prime it was already well into the afternoon.  We decided to make camp in the evening and assigned watches for the night.

Early into the first watch we were ambushed.  A small group of ruffians attacked our camp, not that we had much of value to steal.  Our group proved victorious in this magnificent battle.  The dwarf bravely defended the camp and after being sorely wounded slew his opponent with his mighty axe.  

Sariea proved to be the most astonishing.  After her opponent vilely attempted to molest her she was able to slay him with a single stroke with her bare hands!  Even Flip-Yap proved useful in scaring off the final ruffian with an arrow, notching the fellow in the ear as he fled.  I was prepared to do my duty if it came to that, but alas I was not required to enter the fray so handily did my companions dispose of the villains.  Perhaps I should consider arming myself with a dagger in case worse comes to worse in the future.  

We decided to move further down the road and decided to not light a fire again until morning.  Still every little sound during the night filled my mind with visions of bandits waiting to attack us.  I have the final watch until dawn which has given me enough light to make these notes.  I am weary yet still alive, thank Om.