The Black Steel

Day 3

Trapped underground, and with the Dead pounding on the doors, we set out into the reeking darkness below Ost Chall, while Fiontann and Alcott remained behind alone to prevent them breaking through.

It started again. They have ben pounding the door for the better part of an hour now. I almost believed that they gave up and left. But, that's not the case. The others are all awake now. I hope that they have gotten enough rest, this won't be easy, especially in the dark and the stench cannot be used to. It's horrible. At least it's quiet down there. Maybe for once we'll be lucky and we won't have to fight our way through a tomb.

Later that evening, Tiverton found himself in a rather humiliating position. More specifically, wrapped within a sack and carried rather clumsily by Tutt through the camp. Nobody paid much attention to them, as if they had, they would have certainly noticed something different about Tutt’s appearance let alone the hobbit-sized sack that he carried. How he allowed himself to be roped into such an affair was beyond him, however here he was, smuggled in sack which smelled vaguely like onions and damp.

I’m on watch. I haven’t done this in a long time. I don’t remember how long though. More than two years, less than five. Still a long time and feels even longer. I missed it. It’s boring, yes. But it’s also hard. Having to stay focused when you’re alone. Having to stand quiet and as still possible and watch. Even down here it’s hard. I am sitting by the edge of light, by the stairs, as I am writing this.

Day 2 (Continued)

Below the header, this entry is scrawled in a rushed, shaky hand - quite unlike the elegant cursive of the preceding entry.

Day 2

Day 1

Day 13

The key might lie in the Wovenvales. Keep the box a secret.