[B][U]A Story about the Discovery of their friends Heritage[/B][/U] Khalis had not put pen to his journal for many weeks after that gathering, he had left that night feeling very unsettled. His companion from Rivendell the Lady Elisbeth had left the gathering he belived feeling frustrated with the turn of events that hand unfolded. Himself he had seen matters unfold and it seemed they were cascading down a path on their own. He would watch and see what would become of this woman they said was a Wytch.

An In Character chronological fictional account of the travels of Khalis and Elisbeth. (the few pages are from past pre Warband events)

THE BATTLE FOR SARNUR ( An impromtu adventure into the depths of Sarnur )

He was shoved violently into the small cell, hitting the opposite stone wall with a slap. The orcs that had taken him to the dungeons spat on the floor and sneered as they turned, happy to be joining the others at their feast. When they were gone Éiadric collapsed on the hard dirt floor and sat motionless for a minute or two. Then he looked around. He noted a wooden bucket in one corner and an old thin grey mattress in the other. It bore a dark, dry stain in the middle that could’ve been one of two things. He decided that he wasn’t going to try to find out what.