Carmillia

It’s a week now since we returned from the small hunting trip with Dimheim and the Fist of Steel Tournament. Both went very well. I think that my tournament was the only fighting tournament that was concerned for the participants’ welfare than any other in history.

Look at this! I haven't seen this journal for years. How time passes. Now what to write, well, I am already writing but nothing of importance. Let's try and write about the latest happenings. How do I start? From  the start. Let's see...

Fiontann and Athlenah went through the old gate with the strange markings carrying Gaeded and Carmillia]] respectively.

Nothing could change the white scenery and especially not in a night. The group made a small, fireless at first, camp on the highest spot they found and stopped there to rest, while waiting for the army to pass out of sight which soon happened. Once they relaxed, not too soon after the whole affair, they set down to eat something and get some sleep. The night passed uneventfully and the morning came with no fire and it was even colder than the day before.