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Rufio's Journal
Gousby
Sabet, 7th of the Amber Cold, 1328 :: :: Cold and rainy day, today. Pretty slow. I ventured back to the guild, only to find Vigleiven. I had my doubts about him before, but now, he's not bad. He's my brother. I'm one of them. I started a new journal 'cause me last one was stolen... Damn orcs.. When we pull Ayre's plan off, the Norsemen will get the respect they deserve. :: :: Ahad, 8th of the Amber Cold, 1328 :: :: Damn! Th' dwarves were chargin' to attack an undead base.. Among them was me.. But I lost track o' where they ran and they left me. It sucks lad. I really wanted to sock it to those undead ever since Algrim turned.. Curse you Iblees.. for bringin' such terror to the world.. :: :: Again.. with the long journey back to the guild... It's annoyin'. We need ta move the encampment closer. That way our new recruits don't die of exhaustion! :: :: Irba, 11th of Amber Cold, 1328 :: :: By the gods! I'm so hungry and hurt! This trip to the guild is a dangerous one! :: Auren Stark... he seems okay. But doesn't look like he be bringing much to th' team.. Ye never know though.. :: :: Kamees, 12th of the Amber Cold, 1328 :: :: I was right, sadly. He's kind of like a los' wolf. Or a wooless sheep. He doesn't know what to do or where to go without instruction. Not a good trait lad. :: :: Sabet, 14th of Amber Cold, 1328 :: :: Met a man. Alfarin. We share a lot of the same ideals. An' the lad offered us a spot on his warband, when he gets the land! This lad is great! Loves blood, loves ale, and loves everythin'a real man should!