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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Vallan Maelstrom" data-source="post: 187369" data-attributes="member: 3737">Vallan's thoughts as he sits on his cot at the church reflectingon the past days events...We said goodbye to Mericus, while I admired his knowledge I was weary of his handle on that magic of his -- always expecting to find myself on the receiving end of a stray bolt of lightning.. at the same time we were introduced to the redheaded human Mulholland - I know little so far of his religious aspirations, but so far he carrys himself well and provides much needed aid for those who suffer the nicks and cuts of the blade.We also met a mysterious stranger on the road to Ft. Ryker, a large masked beast, Ishcram, who battles in a peculiar style - with his hands and feet - but occasionaly he seems to have sense enough to use a hand axe.. poor fellow probably had no one to train him in the proper use of simple and martial weapons, maybe he can learn a bit from watching me and the elf....His scars, however, attest to the fact that he has been ample enough in battle to survive this long .. that in itself is admirableThe investigation of the Fort proved to be somewhat of a success. We were able to confirm there was in fact an army of bone people being created by that witch Alexia.  Unfortunately, we were also able to confirm that Capt. Helstrom's men had met their end as well.  We planned to use the powder kegs Helstrom had sent with us, but were undecided if we should lobthem down to where Alexia and her walking dead sisters stood or use them to destroy the bridge making it difficult for the army of bones to cross the ravine.  We decided on the latter, but we had to retrieve them from the pack-horse outside the Fort.Myself and Lincoln volunteered to get the kegs while the others remained in hiding inside the Fort.  For a while we traveled unseen in the dark, but to my disdain we were met by a patrol of armored bones 3-1 on each of us.. I called on the dwarven fathers to grant me the power to turn them away ,but instead the fathers granted me the power to dispatch of them with my newly acquired Battle Axe. In fact, I had to take out the whole patrol - all six of them - because they had gotten the better of Lincoln. Maybe he will learn from this that it is better to be in the gods favor than to continue living in mischief ..  I wont get my hopes up thoughAh well, I must rest now .. the Longest Night is approaching and I'm sure I'll need my energy and health.  May the Dwarven Fathers bless and watch over me.</blockquote>

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