It had been a short time since we left the road and the abandoned carts with their accursed undead… The noble woman we were tracking down was dragged into the woods, by whom we could only begin to suspect.
We came upon a frozen glade- the winter that had come to this land is one so familiar to me; it makes me wish for home, but I can not go back… not yet. A legend or a corpse, that is what I must be to return. I was thinking such thoughts when the wicked pixies descended upon our heads.
Truly, the lands of the north are coming south, for with their chill comes their fey. Wicked creatures with darts and more sorcery, it took us some time to slay them as they flew about, the snows hampering our archer’s shots. I took to a tree’s heights in an attempt to take one down myself. These fey are wicked creatures, not the strange yet kindly ones Vali spoke of years ago.
With the pixies slain we continued onward, meeting an ensorcelled white stag- Fawfain, he introduced himself as, but it was more fey trickery. The creature mentioned Izoze? None of us recognized the name, and it was put out of its misery by our towering warrior before we could question it further. That great man’s lust for blood is bestial at times- it is reminiscent of great-grandmother Myelfi’s!
Next we came upon a river, frozen in place. A snow spirit warned us to not proceed further… such a warning was welcome, but we could not heed it, our quarry had passed the river, and so we were bound to follow. Who placed such a warning though, that it should attempt to save us? It mattered not, for the frozen spirits that battled us fell beneath our blades- their attempts to force us into the chill waters were futile.
We came upon a group of brigands afterward- Rokar, they said? Again, the great knight of ours cleaved these men in twain, they stood no chance before his might and he has no mercy. Our arrows pierced the leg of the last one, which we attempted to question- before a two-handed blade lopped his head off.
We’ll travel onward come next light.