Lead by:
Leyanne Melior
Those Present:
Myself, Garshinkle Snaglepop, Watchmen.
Mischief, An Odd Civilian.
Ostrich Fitzlewitz, Guardsmen Recruit.
Joachim, A Squire too the Church.
Bech Tingleith, Watchmen Untrusted Hair.
Landlady Carolin. (who Is no longer missing which we are all very releeved about)
As usual, Leanne gathered us outside of the Barracks and briefed us on what the mission was. We had to transport two rather large Dogs named Monty and Python. One was a decoy and one was packed with supplies.
Me and Tingleith definitely did not look inside previously and figure out which was which The Decoy and one with supplies was kept confidential as too confuse any waylayers on the road. Tingleith was assigned Python, whilst Monty was assigned to Landlady Carolin.
I got to pet one of the large dogs which made my whole day.. Some Banter was had before we left. For the record, Miss Leanne says she doesn't care if anyone gets stabbed but personally I believe she does as she did her very best at organising us and stepping up as an inspirational leader when we got ambushed on the road. That woman is an immovable object in the face of danger. But more on this later.
We left Cove in a convoy with the large Horse breeds of Pack Dogs. We made it through the Shire, it is worth noting that a Troll did attempt to ambush our Pack Dogs but Miss Carolin is surprisingly accurate when it comes too shooting a bow. We made it to the road, and then things started to get interesting. As we headed North we noticed a figure in the road, behind him was an Oh so familiar Deadite shrine of Flesh and bone.
I do wonder where they get it all from? Maybe they can summon it? I mean, a steady supply of human heads and skinned flesh must be difficult to supply?The figure in road stopped us, we simply could not get past the wall of flesh, and the figure was mounted upon a mighty Dog. When we got closer, it became very apparent that It was a deadite. It gave us demands. It wanted the patrol group to give me over to the deadites. Which I feel as though I must give more information about.
The Deadites seem to want me in an effort to conduct a ritual which will bring back someone they call "The Ancient One". I know this from my multiple encounters
where i wasn't stabbed with the deadites. Sometimes they come to my home in the night. Sometimes they whisper too me in my dreams. They try and show me their Citadel, they beckon me towards it. I have resisted all temptation of their "Immortality". Leanne's encouraging words tonight after the mission have also given me a new found courage as she promised to bring the issue up the Chain Of Command and told me too "Stay strong".
After we all, in true Covian fashion, told the Deadite to go and "Do one" the melee and skirmishing began. They attacked relentlessly. Leanne saw it fit to Form us up and to keep moving. We held strong and slayed at least four of them however others recount slaying five. I myself slew three personally which has greatly encouraged me to continue the fight against the Deadites.
I'd like to see them call me weak again after crushing three of their skulls in. The fight lasted all the way too the Crossroad Castle. Along the way the two Pack Dogs, Monty and Pythun, were slain. With the deaths of the pack dogs we were forced to carry the goods. It slowed us down but we held strong against the Deadite hit and run tactics.
We made it to the crossroads and had thinned the deadite numbers enough that they didn't dare assault us any further! We sure did good today, despite Tingleith running off alone and almost getting herself killed. We all followed orders to the letter and Leanne sure did see us through too victory. We lost none of our number. No one was stabbed. After making it to the crossroads we set up a sentry by gathering wood and hides to build an outpost.
The sentry was put up with efficiency and swiftly. Once completed a wanderer walked up to mine and Leanne's eastern sentry. He was wearing robes and a hood, one can never trust anyone who wears a hood or veils their face
Like that strange Mischief woman. I have my suspicions about her we stopped the man and Leanne ordered me to search him. He wasn't having it and refused to be searched, he then attempted to walk right past us. This rustled mine and Leanne's Jimmies somewhat, so we decided to
extort tax him, he wouldn't pay the tax. So Instead we demanded he show his face, which he also wouldn't do. After some threatening words of Shaman wisdom and some "insight" he bestowed upon us, Leanne saw it fit too let him go. Despite him clearly being a shifty buggar. Too be honest, I don't blame her. He was a strange fella, and for all we know he could be a wielder of deadly magicks too which we had no Arcanist to counter spell. Once again, Leanne's wisdom and leader ship was something to be admired.
We were then
Ordered Inside by Leanna. She however stayed outside with Mischief. I have fallen prey to that Lady's silver tongue before and am aware that she is a smooth talker. I attempted to stay outside but clearly something needed to be spoken about that wasn't any of my Watchmen rank's concern. By the day I grow more cautious of the Lady in the black veil. We went inside the castle and drank, ate, and talked. I voiced my concers over some things the shaman said too Carolin, she seemed on edge. I offered some kind words and classic Garfunkle light humour which seemed to brighten her mood, the squire also offered a prayer or two which brightened the mood considerably.
It is then that it occured too me that getting assaulted, ambushed, mocked, waylayed, insulted, stabbed at, having spells slung at thee, and terrorised by Undead wasn't a normal occurrence for those in the room other than me. I grow wearier by the day. Whoever in the higher chain of command sees this, take this as a plea for help, the deadite attacks grow bolder every week. The shrines left outside of the Barracks and my home do not just fill
me with dread. But everyone else in Cove too. Something must be done.
To finish up, we travelled back to Cove too find another shrine built outside the Barracks and several other guardsmen stating that they chased away some undead shortly before our arrival back. The Church had also been greeted by a stray pair of bloody legs.
Signed Garshinkle The Honourable, Watchmen.
P.S. I know I am but a Watchmen, and maybe commendations cannot be given out by such a low rank. But I believe Leanne at least deserves a drink for her exceptional leadership skills tonight. I for one, was not stabbed, but instead lead in a way that allowed me to fell three of the deadites.
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