Flying through the ether once more, in an unyielding embrace, we lost days of time.

The cold snow is a welcome relief, but why are we here? We kept our distance from the locals for now, speaking only to a lonely warrior tending his pit. With little to say, he merely grumbled that the hut next to his was empty, his friend and neighbor having been slain but days before. If nothing else, I'm pleased that time passes here as before the hells, and Abhaya lives.

On the third day, when the sun was high, we ventured to survey the siege. This encampment served well as a place to rest and to look back down the gorge, but we are troubled by the size of these tusks girding the huts. What manner of beast awaits us now?

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Forward along the mountain pass we found a few sprites eager for death. They fell quickly. Strange is the night here...the skies are never quite black.

At the first clearing on the high ridge we encountered this engorged demon, his spawn whipped into a frenzy. A glutton, feasting on the flesh of the kills known to him, and one that would soon see his carcass emptied.

Brave at first, then on the run, and finally split down the center with my still echoing blade he was. I can see now that our journey is not yet over.

The smith here was eager to hurl his wisdom at my feet; fool, you have clearly not suffered enough. Take arms and charge into the fury, then perhaps I will give you an audience.

Come Abhaya, we are not yet quenched in our thirst for damnation, raise thine bow and strike deep!

Will you please tell me a bedtime story sometime??

This!

So this is the manner of beast that we will face. I can see that these are a hearty people, the barbarians that is. The huts made from these bones that we had seen just a day ago speak to the valor of these great warriors.

Those safe within the walls are ever eager to regail their stories. Yet, I and Abhaya have found those dying on these bloodied hills a far greater people.