Two men on watch this evening were magically put to sleep and their money was stolen. Though it was a magician that did the deed, I cannot help but believe that this is also a message from the gods. It is money that makes a warrior drowsey. To be alert, one must have nothing.
Day 26
They bought a cart!!! As though systematically looting and loading everything onto an ass (by an ass, I would add if I had less noble intentions) was not bad enough, now we must be stuck with a cart. Are we to be Paladins, noble fighting men, or are we to be a pack of bloody merchants, no better that peasants, stuck guarding a load of useless shit instead of fighting evil like we were called to do.
I can see now why Heracles was prone to rages. I must calm myself.
At least the cart gives the bard somewhere to ride.
If only we had a few more bards, it might keep the imbeciles from looting.
Day 27
Ah, glorious battle!
Though my companions may sometimes be led astray, they are still Paladins, and together we are mighty!
We found a city of great evil, you see. We are slowly burning it down, but it is slow going and hard work, since the vines are not as flammable as we might like. Also, they have a penchant for drinking our blood that is most dishonorable. But Prometheus does not suffer for nought. We use his gift, slowly but surely, to push them back.
In the night, though, the vines put some of themselves into human form and attacked us.
And a glorious battle it was! We were outnumbered, attacked without warning by creatures that, although the gods do not consider them evil, seemed intent on our death. And that is evil enough for me.
Many of us fell, to be healed by the hands of the gods only to fall again. The bard proved to lack the martial spirit and ran away, but returned as though sent by the gods to save us in the end. Fflam proved that though he may be poor of aim, he is stout of spirit! He threw flame upon the vegetable enemy, though he could not keep out of it himself. Ryan and Arcadius fought nobly side by side! Ryan seemed nearly protected by the gods, with attack after attack narrowly missing him. Arcadius, though punished for his greed by an inability to move out of the way of his attackers, took his pummelling with honor, and gave it out as good as he recieved! Even Hrogar proved to have great manliness and nobility in him, once I reminded him of how it was done!
And Kenneth... I am sure will make a fine Paladin someday. First he must learn that it is better to nobly stand against the enemy than to nobly fall down. Though without his stout assistance, surely the enemy would have rained death upon those with better aim, and we would have perished.
Truly, it was a glorious and noble fight. I can only hope that the gods will allow me to meet such glorious battle again!
In a week, perhaps. Though I am, of course, more than willing to meet in noble battle now, I will admit that it would be fortuituos if I could feel my legs again, for it is difficult to fight without them.
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