Ebold

There was an eerie silence that had befallen the fair village of Towerglan. Nothing out of the ordinary, as the sun followed its usual path, coursing gently below the mountainous horizon as it always did. Lights flickered into being among the occupied houses, gleaming yellow candlelight painting misted windows into beautiful canvases, while their occupants slowly wound down for the evening.

Fiontann, my friend,

I am in need of your help. I am not one to tangle my words, so I will come straight to the point.

Blood. Dagramir had seen plenty of it, but there was something melancholy about the way this particular taboo liquid spurted out of the neck he had just drove his dagger through. Not his own, oh no, he had seen quite enough of his own blood in recent times to warrant at least a break from blood expulsion. No, the blood that now dripped down the ancient wall of stone before him belonged to the middle-aged local whom he held clamped in his grasp.

The night was nearly spent now. The stars had begun to fade as a faint blush lightened the far horizon. All was silent save for the soft breathing of Ghali, but it would not remain so for long. Soon enough the birds would begin to wake and, shortly thereafter, the early risers amongst the local population. Daybreak would follow and with it a new host of problems eager to take her attention and time.

Nothing quite like the kick of whiskey, eh? Nothing quite comes as close anymore, ‘less I have a blade in my hands. Perhaps the kick of life, but, recently I've found myself less 'kicked' and more stampeded upon by horde of, let's say less than pleased, oliphaunts. But, I digress, I can't say things haven't been interesting lately.

There was a merry feast at the hall organized by the new Captain and I must say I rather enjoyed it. I rather liked the look of the new quartermaster I must say but the wedding band upon her finger soon put to bed any notions that I might be having about making the evening any more merry afterwards. Still, she was a welcome sight compared to the hulking brutes which sat nearest to me and I remember there being much mead and an exquisite boar. Perhaps I should have asked this woman to cater for my own feast to come?

I suppose you are half-expecting to read that there has been another significant jump in time given the content of the last page but I must dissappoint you. I am here in my study, quill in hand.