As Written by John Sky Raider:

17 Borrum, 1506 TH

Splitting out mighty band of not so mighty members, Fireleaf stayed on to guard the pass while the rest of the heroes-to-be escorted the band of sniveling children toward the town.

Arriving at the in between point our merry band discovered a small group of soldiers who agreed to escort the children on to town. John was very happy to be rid of the youngens as the whining sounds and snotty noses were very un-troll like.

It was then that our group turned and began to trek back to assist Fireleaf. Gorien felt the pressing need for speed and sprinted on ahead of the group with Windy in tow.

Through tricks, and magery, Gorien and Windy located a wounded Fireleaf, and donated the groups most valued item towards the cause. Fireleaf was revived, though only momentarily. For Fireleaf had donated his life to avenge the death of his wife.

Fireleaf stayed on in the world long enough to speak a few words to Gorien, and then he died. Fireleaf was burned on the pyre so that his soul might roam free. Gorien and Windy sought to quest for Fireleaf’s bow and in the end, with the help of three kind tough awfully dead orcs, found it.

Weary and beaten, our band returned to the town. Upon arriving a T’skrang who had assisted the flying of the water craft came forward to greet the party.

The T’skrang, taking his life into his own hands, came forward to insult John’s honor by viciously accusing the sinking of his watership upon John.

Attempting as much civility as the hot blooded troll could muster, John dismissed the T’skrang first mate, though he vowed a solemn "no-love-oath" against their whole race.

20 Borrum, 1506 TH

In the afternoon . . . or morning depending on when you go to sleep. The mighty Troll John was awoken by the tapping of an insolent fool.

Rising slow, due to this Troll’s custom of disliking the morning, John found the hiding place of his newfound possession (A fine silver war hammer, which happened to be hidden beside the bed on the floor.) and answered the door, war hammer hefted high. Strangely enough, the fool ran without honor, leaving behind a fine pink rag for one’s nether regions.

Gorien had spent the morning giving alms to the poor, and purchasing supplies for our trip to Urupa. Kavros had been negligent in his watch, and had allowed a T’skrang, damn their blackhearted souls, to steal the letter that John had been entrusted to deliver.

Enraged by the concept, John disassembled his room and then began on Gorien’s. Meanwhile Kavros and Gorien met with an informant who led the rest of the group to the location of the horrid thief.