Ill omens seem to follow us from day to day, none more so than the ravens that assaulted us some days back- or so I thought, until we came to a village whose priests had turned against its flock. Faith in Torag is less a purpose for one such as myself, it is more of a confirmation for what I know to be true in my heart.
These priests had been abandoned by their god, and turned to a darker purpose- I despise all weavers of the black arts, and the sacrifices that these priests made to their foul gods, their lack of conviction and faith, sickens my stomach.
On the brighter side, the same day we dealt with the foul haunted abominations that haunted that village, was the day I met Enki. It was a proud moment, as I spotted the huge Elk amid a supernaturally warm and inviting glade, and charged at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck as tight as my muscles would allow, but he eventually threw me free. As he charged, I tried one last-ditch attempt, but he was too skilled a beast! Eventually we managed to calm him, and thanks to the efforts of my fine comrade Tyg, we befriended the beast!
SOON I SHALL RIDE MY GREAT WAR ELK INTO THE FIELDS OF BATTLE, THROWING DOWN THAT CASTRATING BITCH ELVANA AND ALL HER TERRIBLE ILK!
We came a village, Ellsprin, but all we found was a dead man- his throat slit. Fey were about, quick little devils, which we promptly dispatched. What more can come this day?