Date: Twenty-third of the first month
Recruit Name: Cween
Horrid beasts are plaguing the lands and driving farmers from their homes in the North, and as the Militia have been instructed to control this devastation I set out to give what aid I could. So many farmers have been forced to move away that it was a long time till I found one that was not already deserted and the fields barren. Eventually I came across one farm where they were determined to remain, to carry on regardless. I admired them greatly for their courage and offered my support.
Travelling into their fields it was clear the orcs were not an idle threat. Not far from the farm house itself orcs ran a mock across the fields, burning haystacks and stealing grain. I tried to take on some that were alone on the outskirt but I soon took on more than I could handle. I was saved by a passing man, his sword skills were spectacular and not knowing which direction the next strike would come from the orcs soon fell. It appeared that rather assisting, I was the one being assisted. The stranger passed on with urgent business to attend to, and I took my pace more cautiously.
The farmer had mentioned his grain had been taken to a camp to the south and that its return would greatly aid them. So I continued through the fields until the crude walls of an orc camp were visible. It was not a thickly defended as I had feared with most orcs wandering about alone rather than the groups in the fields. I was able to pick off a few individuals allowing me to get into the camp to search for the stolen goods. I soon found sacks of the stuff. They had obviously not expected anyone to attempt to retrieve it so had not concealed it. Ext. link: “A fight for the grain (Recruit Duty - A Merchants Menace!)”
Once I had collected as much as I could carry I noted a strange figure. From his headwear he was one of the more evil of orcs. I forget what they call them but they brew poisons and plagues that can affect whole lands. He was stooped down by a fire place, I do not know if he was brewing anything but I felt I should warn the farmer.
As I turned to make a run for the farm I suddenly thought that the grain may be at risk from evil poisons. I looked around the camp quickly but I saw no other supplies, I the orcs were using it for their sustenance and were unlikely to contaminate their own provisions. I returned the grain to the farmer, who was most pleased, and after he inspected it he agreed with me that the grain was still wholesome. Proudly I knew the Militia had once again aided a civilian in dire need.
