Entry Sixteen: Ost Alagos
The Forsaken Inn, home of those that believe themselves outlaws. What better place, to hide amongst those that are most likely hunted for their own deeds. It had been sometime that one had visited such a place, but something more useful than a hiding place can come from within the Inn. Information can be traded for mere coin.
One spoke to one such, unsavoury character. Exchanging coin for more information on something overheard. Sightings of Orcs, not far to the North just beyond the edges of the Midgewater Marshes. It was late afternoon, before one would take to Illith once more and head north. Though his character was not that which one could trust, his information spoke truth as one discovered tracks belonging to Orcs leading North, in the direction of Ost Alagos.
The ancient fortress of Ost Alagos could prove a great threat, if overrun with Orcs. Luckily, one witnessed many leaving before making a move on the fortress. Few sentries stood guard beyond the bridge, proving no trouble to eliminate one by one. But once reaching the bridge to the main fortress, things would prove more difficult.
Half-Orcs would also stand amongst them, attack in twos. One would continue to fight back, slaying one after another before finally reaching that of who was in charge. A Half-Orc by the name of Giltârk would stand tall amongst the others. We would fight until fore-dawn, his skill much greater than the previous within the fortress. With one final blow, Giltârk fell… To his death? One could not say as his body fell from sight.
Startling one, was the sound of an Orc Horn. It was time to flee. Ripping what rope one could, free from a nearby totem he would leap from the edge of the cliff. Only reaching halfway, one would release the rope and tumble to the bottom. Looking back up at the bridge, it was visible a force of Orcs was sent back to the fort. One’s effort would seem for nothing, yet the more Orcs that are slain is at least one benefit to any cause.
One would finally stumble across a cave, calling it refuge for the night. He would sit and lick his wounds from the fighting, before reaching for you. Looking around this small, damp cave, one could see this as a useful hovel for one to use when in the near reaches of Bree. One shall stay here a while, before making his next move.
