Korgane
12-08-2008, 11:48 PM
12th of August:
(The handwriting is barely legible)
Dear Journal, today has been a bad day, worst in my life...I am writing this with my left arm as my right has been broken. I have no idea where I am, my head is bruised and bloody and my ankle has been broken.
The night started out quite well, I gathered at Stormkeep with the rest of the Milita for a hunting trip. We battled great Demons of a ferocious manner. I would go into more detail but alas my head is in too much pain to recall all.
After the battle myself and Trainee Hale were ordered to follow Corporal Tripps to Cove, the reason for this is still unlcear to me.
Upon arriving at Cove we were attacked and I was captured and taken to their keep. I have no idea what happened to the others, I do recall another Guardsman also being captured, but by this time my head was abit hazy.
I do remember them asking me questions as of why I was there, which of course I had no idea.
Unhappy with the answers I gave, the bastards tortured me.
They broke my ankle, my right arm, badly bruised my left arm and beat me serverly. I do not remember much as I was beaten to a pulp and left for dead.
I woke on a mountain pathway, unable to move. I must admit I feared the worse. Some life this turned out to be. I joined the Militia for excitement for something different, not to have the crap beaten out of me.
Luckily a wandering healer found me and has taken me back to this house, he is nursing my wounds, it may be sometime until I am fully covered and able to walk fully. For now, I am able to limp and I can just about use my left arm. I am unable to use my bow but I can just about swing a sword, although not with any strength behind it.
I plan to make my way back to Stonekeep in a day or so.
The bastards that did this to me, I will find them and I will make them suffer.
(The handwriting is barely legible)
Dear Journal, today has been a bad day, worst in my life...I am writing this with my left arm as my right has been broken. I have no idea where I am, my head is bruised and bloody and my ankle has been broken.
The night started out quite well, I gathered at Stormkeep with the rest of the Milita for a hunting trip. We battled great Demons of a ferocious manner. I would go into more detail but alas my head is in too much pain to recall all.
After the battle myself and Trainee Hale were ordered to follow Corporal Tripps to Cove, the reason for this is still unlcear to me.
Upon arriving at Cove we were attacked and I was captured and taken to their keep. I have no idea what happened to the others, I do recall another Guardsman also being captured, but by this time my head was abit hazy.
I do remember them asking me questions as of why I was there, which of course I had no idea.
Unhappy with the answers I gave, the bastards tortured me.
They broke my ankle, my right arm, badly bruised my left arm and beat me serverly. I do not remember much as I was beaten to a pulp and left for dead.
I woke on a mountain pathway, unable to move. I must admit I feared the worse. Some life this turned out to be. I joined the Militia for excitement for something different, not to have the crap beaten out of me.
Luckily a wandering healer found me and has taken me back to this house, he is nursing my wounds, it may be sometime until I am fully covered and able to walk fully. For now, I am able to limp and I can just about use my left arm. I am unable to use my bow but I can just about swing a sword, although not with any strength behind it.
I plan to make my way back to Stonekeep in a day or so.
The bastards that did this to me, I will find them and I will make them suffer.