Rhudaur

Day 6

It gives me no pleasure to recount the events of the past day. We have lost our chief.

Day 3

Trapped underground, and with the Dead pounding on the doors, we set out into the reeking darkness below Ost Chall, while Fiontann and Alcott remained behind alone to prevent them breaking through.

Day 2 (Continued)

Below the header, this entry is scrawled in a rushed, shaky hand - quite unlike the elegant cursive of the preceding entry.

Day 2

The drums rolled onward in the night sky, the warriors crowded around in their own circles surrounding the benches and high tables, dancing with their fellows and their women. Mead was poured, and meat was served, while a clutch of bloodied captives seated along the edge, watching the festivities with fearful eyes.