journal

Days 10-12

Days 6-9

It was worse than we could have imagined. Some force of Undead descended on Ost Guruth while the Orcs blocked the road - scattering its people, the Eglain, across the plains. Refugees were already turning up outside the Forsaken Inn with early reports of the catastrophe.

Days 4-5

Right. I have to get this down. It is important that we have a record. Once I get this done, then I can rest.

Day 1

The burden of leadership continues to weigh on me, and it's only here in these pages that I feel safe to voice my misgivings and self-doubt. I know it's my part in this to put on a brave face and air of confidence but I often wish Lady Strelarien had been entrusted with this task. Rather than stay in the Pony I had my tent put up amongst the men and as I walk amongst the ranks they look to me for strength. I don't even recognize most of their faces and if they only knew how young I was I think I might be driven out in short order.

It seems to me that ever since Captain Belenir has placed his faith in me things have gone amiss. Even now he may languish in captivity amongst the goblins and Dourhands that infest Minas Eriol and I find myself paralyzed by indecision - I know I should lead the company forth in force to find him, but I am terrified by the prospect of losing another as we have already lost him.

Madaurbeth,