"28th Moonstone, 1053
As I had been wounded, we elected to go to Barbguise and rest our wounds.
However, this would be no ordinary visit.
The plan was to go in, recruit some people, sleep a little, and then return.
When we entered the town, we found it in chaos. The reason, horses. A dozen of them.
You though I was going to say spiders, weren't you? WELL, YOU THOUGHT WRONG.
The horses closed in on a lonely child. I counted six in the pack nearest to us, while the rest were beating the helpless infant.
I told the others we should chase the horses away. They made low grunts sounding like "Duuuuhh...". I think they have breathing problems.
TO BATTLE!
We've been fighting for some time. The others, however, have done nothing. Even while Imp was being attacked, he just watched, and did nothing to harm the animal.
I fear they have been struck by elvegitis.
We finally chased the horses away. I count the casualties as three horses, one child and one shopkeeper. The Shopkeeper shall be mourned.
On the positive side, I got a new axe!
A horse was fighting a guard, and had gripped the axe with it's... grippy things. I wrenched the axe away, and cut the horse in half!
Luckily the guard had received a pretty bad blow in the head, and didn't remember his previous ownership of my new axe.
Sucker. Forgetting stuff is for... what? Oh yeah, losers.
Oh yeah, we also found the Maceman we were looking for, the one with the missing leg.
Why is it "with a missing leg"? Shouldn't it be "without a missing leg"?
Whatever. The important thing is, we now have two Macemen with only one leg. Now we can make them dance!
That reminds me, we haven't seen Bullion for some time...
PS: The Maceman said he would join my group if I led him to fame and death.
He is also a victim of cave spiders, them having reduced him to his current state. In this respect, we are quite similar.
He wants to die. I don't.
We are connected by spiders.
We are similar.
He shall die for me, so I shall be immortal.
HE IS MY SACRIFICE TO THE SPIDERS.
THEN I SHALL NOT FEAR EVER AGAIN!
And the glory we shall have, Maceman...
With your death to protect us, we cannot be stopped.
Yes...
Oh yes, Imp was also wounded, being kicked three times in the right arm.
Now he can't use a sword, the sucker. That'll teach him to not defend himself, stupid sufferer of elvegitis.
End of entry."
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