As I sit here by the camp fire, yes..almost a whole year have gone by now..I am sorry to not have had time to note anything here in my journal for the fighting has been tough here, many are those we have had to grief for but more are the orcs we have slain in return but they keep growing in numbers..some twisted evil turns the lands around us against us, aiding the orcs.. And Caithrin..I miss her so much..I wish I was with her back in the hayloft again..or anywhere with her but here without her..I will be home in a year my love..
The rain is here again..with it the thunder..I have nothing against the rain and the thunder but we can hear it rolling up closer and closer as loud as the orc drums are becoming again..Have the day come for us to face our death? The roar of the thunder rips through out the night , the flash of lightning lightens up the night sky..in the distance we hear the orc drum beating louder..I have to stop writing since we..
((here goes the scribe dizzy as the rain wets the pages as Milcroft had to run and fight..another note in Milcrofts journal he kept during his tour of duty..)
