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Journal of Dio Astóre: Vol. I
Relinquo_Angelus
Irba, 25th of the Amber Cold, 1324:: Today started as any other day does; one wakes up, nourishes the body and then proceeds with attending to the domestic chores and such the like.:: The abode progresses well, although the stone is not to my liking - the price one pays for living in the security of the earth - although in time the forest will provide; I do not intend to stay here forever.:: I believe there is another whom resides here, but I cannot be sure. The excavation and tunnels suggest this is so. Who is it that I share this place with unknowingly? Indeed, this must be what it is like to live in a haunted house. A presence that you cannot engage, but that you know was there before you, and will some time be there after you.:: No matter; few evil spirits are in the history of Malinors land, but the growing taint of the Undead unsettles me at times. Skeletons and Zombies are to be seen frequently, and I have already implemented measures to better defend against them.:: They are not too much trouble and can be dealt with quite promptly; pigmen not so easily dismissed. Much Minas is to be found on their corpses, all of which is being saved for a trip to the Laurelin Mine; I need better tools, despite being ill suited to the tasks of stone.:: I miss strolling through the forests in peace. Some supplies are already here to be found in the caves, but nothing of the quality which I seek. Upon mining today I heard the conversation of a large group, speaking in the manner that is unmistakably that of the Orcs. As easy as it was to recognise those voices, one among them was different in tone.:: More refined. A voice that knew authority. Of all the people that I may have expected to see in these parts - so near the borders of the forests - High Prince Native was certainly not among the top of my suspicions.:: Under his supervision the Orcs proceeded to demolish a building that came within their territory, very close to a large tree home safe-guarded by the Wardens; the owners name I cannot recall for this account. I offered them what supplies I could, and made myself a guard against the Undead that were to the South and West.:: No match were they for us though! The Orcs are great warriors indeed. The females among them had no hesitation in engaging them, even unarmed! Much respect have I for their courage; it is a strong peoples' who have Women and Children that can hold their own in battle; a comfort for my mind this be.:: After they finished going about their business I farewelled the last of their kin, but not before providing her with a stone sword (the best that I could offer at the time). She seemed confident to find her way along the roads: '..as good as any Twiggy' she says to me.:: Her children were being minded by her Ancestors. I am sure she wouldn't let even Iblees get between her and them...