3rd May 2006
fter many ideas were put forward we decided a night attack would be best, when most people would be asleep in their cabin. I created a devious illusion of some coyotes lurking menacingly at the edge of the torchlight, distracting the guard while Dace and Wendel crept up on him. When they were close enough to see the gaps in his armour they let fly, Wendel’s arrow striking him right in the throat, and he dropped with barely a sound.
e wandered for a while through a dark, deserted network of rough-hewn tunnels, Dace leading the way with my lantern, until we came upon a large wooden building all alone against the side of one of the larger caves. Our attempts to creep stealthily up to its walls were hampered by Metrius, who sounded like he was carrying a badly packed box of pots and pans in his pack. It probably explains why the four people inside were standing with weapons drawn when Dace opened the door. Before he could react Dace was hit hard in the shoulder with a warhammer but as he backed away from the entrance he stretched and caught his assailant with the end of his halberd, pulling him to the floor. Wendel and Tizgot took on the others from the cover of the doorway while Metrius stepped into the room and sliced open the fallen guard as he tried to regain his feet. I was more interested in the man at the back, apparently a mage, no doubt unaware of the true power of the arcane magicks he’s messing with. I watched as he conjured a moonglaive and flung it at us, to no effect. Mwahaha! Foolish man, obviously an amateur. I
ow a broken man, he led us to his office where we tied his worthless hide to a chair. It's obvious now that I was wrong, there can't be any Burning Legion involvement here, a man like him would never be able to control them. Unless of course this is all some exceedingly cunning ruse to lull me into a false sense of security...THE FIENDS! No, no, I'm giving the human too much credit. I digress. We forced our way into his safe, where we found the missives we’ve been sent to collect. They’re in some kind of code, but Tizgot was able to decrypt odd sections detailing the status of this place and of shipments to Moonbrook, the headquarters of the Defias Brotherhood. Whatever the full details I could tell they must be important for they were all initialled with the mark of Edwin Van Cleef, the Defias’ evil and despotic ruler. With the mission cleanly and efficiently carried out we returned to the surface and put some distance between the quarry and us before settling down to rest.