…but it is always darkest just before the dawn.
Night has fallen over the harbor warehouse in Vridish that has become Ostia’s home.
When Zuldane finally woke up, he was lying flat on his back staring up at rough stone.
Gretchen stands stoically in the shadows in the port city of Vridish.
Ostia stared across the empty room he shared with his dwarven sailors.
There is still no Warchief and I fear this chaos may destroy the Orcish people.
You swear to write down all I say, just as I say it? Good. There is much to say.
Civil war erupts in Eragdush.
“I’ve confirmed it myself, sir,” Dram told his commanding officer.
The door to Sai’s cell opened and a huge orc entered the tiny room.
It has been weeks since they left Dravia.
From the new halfling port, the wind blew out to see filling the sails of the ships at harbor.
Gretchen grinds her teeth in frustration.
These halflings are fascinating creatures.
The orcish empire crumbles.
Zuldane pounded his mug on the counter of the bar and the bar wench lumbered over to refill it.
Panic was an emotion unbefitting an orc.
“I told you it would be a waste of time!” Cumae sternly reprimanded Ostia.
I awoke with a splitting headache.
Sai sat up in his makeshift bed, jolted out of a deep sleep by a sudden cold sweat.
She was bigger than she used to be. Stronger. Smarter, too, in the orcish way. She hoped it would be enough.
Lake Amunash is calm, but little else is…
I have one last option.
The balance of power shifts from orc to dragon.
I arrived to find Grak dead today.
Amin swells with the ranks of dwarves
Ostia could feel all the eyes on him.
“Ostia is right, we need to think more long term.” replied Cadiz.
Bael’Sol and Misha Meet
Jan was just bedding down for the morning when a clay pot fell from the sky and shattered beside him.
Jan uncovers that the orcs are changing tactics.
Ostia stood staring to the east of Amunash.
Sai looked up as the door to his lab opened and sighed as he saw who was entering.
Bael’Sol accepts his new fate, and eagerly sets forth into the unknown.
It was night, and Bael’Sol stared into the small fire Thenidiel had made for them.
Ostia was debating how to start a difficult conversation with his dreaming mentor.
The orcs near total victory in their war against the dragons.
Gretchen’s warband of five sat around a tiny campfire beneath a rocky outcropping in southeastern Amin.
Dram came upon the small gold around midday.
It is difficult to keep good notes in the field.