Entry Seven: Price of Success
Most awoke at the camp earlier than expected. Most would seem eager to continue and complete the task we set out to do. One can not blame them, for he would feel the icy chill just as much as the others. One would search Illith’s saddle bag, only to find one apple remaining. He was so tempted to eat the apple himself, but Illith had done such a good job he would offer her it. Taala would approach, noticing what one had did. She realized that he and Illith have been together for a long, long time. She offered few kind words, before following the Company as the journey would continue.
We reached the bridge, crossing the High Pass. Fiontann would lead his horse across first, assuring the others it was stable. The rest of the Company would follow, other than Rogue. His tone was not to one’s pleasing, as he approached and ordered one to cross next. One refused, not trusting that of his kin after what had happened in the past. Rogue began to argue, saying that it was not he who betrayed me. He knows nothing... Exiled by your own people, would change that of one’s thinking. Why would one trust any? Fiontann would soon return, asking of the hold up. Rogue would seem frustrated and would begin to cross himself. Fiontann would follow as one would linger in the shadow of the Company, following behind.
We would reach a small encampment, an old ruin which was populated with a few Dwarves of the mountain. It was time for the company to part ways with the horses, the terrain to steep at this point for them to continue. One would say farewell to Illith, promising his return before removing what was needed to descend the largely steep hill. Embedding one’s pick axe into the ground and binding the rope to it, one was ready... or so he thought. One would lose his footing, slipping and losing his grip of the rope. Luckily, one used Lirita’s dagger to slow his descent before slamming into some rocks. It ached, though one was not ready to give up. Regaining footing he would descend the rest of the hill.
Shortly after, the howls of more Warg could be heard along with the screams of Goblins. Goblins... The history one shares with Goblins is not a pretty one. Though this would be opportunity to slay some of those he hates. The Company would fall into formation, forming a circle similar to before. Goblin after Goblin would press the attack, but fail to break our spirit. One even decapitated one Goblin, with its head hitting that of Lucifen. It would be a lie to say, one did not find this amusing.
As the Goblins and Warg fell, a deeper more prominent echo flowed through out the snowy plain. A large set Goblin, charged from the trees swinging its vicious club. Those at the front, including one would fall. The Archers would do what they could, though little damage was caused allowing the Goblin to slam them into the ground. With one last breath, we of the frontline would press the attack and drop the Goblin to its knees. It would eventually be Lucifen who delivered the final blow, piercing the Goblin with an arrow. His arrogance would only grow with delivering the final blow.
The blizzard would grow much stronger, so the Company would seek shelter between two boulders. Fiontann asked of one to join him, as we grew close to the location of what we seek. We would come across that of another Dwarven Ruin. The blizzard would take that of our lives if we stayed out any longer. One spoke with the Dwarf on guard, asking to seek shelter for the night. At first the Dwarf refused but eventually allowed us to take refuge. The comfort of sleeping in doors, may have been a blessing. Others could lick their wounds from the Goblin attack, as we all gained a heat.
It would not be long before Fiontann would want to continue the search. One could tell he grew frustrated, wanting to return home sooner. May it be for the one he shared the intimate moment with before we set off? One urged him though, to await the blizzard to faultier. Set off when it was clear. Lucifen would mock me and urge to continue also. One day, it will come where we exchange blows... Fiontann would ignore one’s advice for once, setting off with Lucifen and Brammy.
A few hours would pass, as one writes this entry. The door would slam open, with Fiontann and Lucifen carrying that of the Tool Box we set out for. Brammy was missing... Fiontann explained he was snatched out of sight, the blizzard to dense for them to see. It was as one feared... No one will be going home... Not until Brammy is found...
