Two gamers, and two of their horses remain. One gamer is mortally wounded, the other bound to die in a fire. The gods favor us. I feared more appeared thrice, when I heard one of the marksmen say another ambush had arrived, but it were merely their lost horses wandering around. Still, I fear them skulking around.
A man named Mike Huckabee has come to snatch our children. I can not let my friends perish. I shall open the gate to allow every last one of them to enter the fortress, and sit out the siege. No soul shall be condemned to an eternity in purgatory under my rule.
Yet too late I ordered the gates open. None of my forumites dared to show me which lever to pull, and now Id Nilgusgash, the Legend of Stone, has perished.
One day after taking control of the fort, on the 5th of Moonstone 555, I had failed my promise. Young Id had died because of me, and no God had the power to save him from his fate. For eternity, his soul would waste, burn and be shredded in the bloody flames of Armok's forge. His body was likely to suffer a fate worse than that.
Within my body, I felt a new force. One I will never forget.
The dark, burly grin of Armok filled my being. Raspy it was, like rats mulching on the burnt flesh of our forumites. Low it was, like the wails of the monsters that lurked beneath the sacred rock protecting them. Yet most of all it was frightening. Not chilling, like the bedtime stories mother told me before her death. Not scary, like the undead lurking at our door. The fear it caused physically hurt me. Only when I felt the comforting touch of Omer on my shoulders, as if a majestic bird of light shrouded me, blocking out Armok's evil shrieks, I lost the urge to end my own life.
The child referred to as "crazy fey" has finally started his mysterious construction. I have begged him to create something to appease the gods, instead of his own sinful mind.
A great fire has started, and it continues spreading towards us. I can only pray for our wooden fortifications to withstand Armok's fiendish flames, whilst the trees around us burn and fall. Luckily, these have taken out some besiegers, proving the Gods of this world have sided with me.
As the fire rages on, creeping closer every minute, "crazy fey" has crafted something to taunt it. A hazel amulet, wooden yet unburnable. May it please the gods, and infuriate those challenging us.
The power of this seemingly bland artifact, also has caused Imic to rise from the grave. It's attraction is surely undeniable, and the flames keep encroaching on us faster and faster. More Gamers are emerging from the ashes too, possibly attracted by the call of Berdan Am. Their numbers now total 24, making me glad I was unable to open the outer gate. It might have cost the life of a child, but it has saved the fortress from certain doom. We shall sit out the siege and wait.
The wooden walls hold! No flame, Armok's or not, shall penetrate it, for the God's are with us!
Praise Omer!
Sorry for the short update, but I'm leaving to visit my family for easter in a few minutes. I was wondering if I could that 4-day extension of my time limit, as I'll only be returning on monday evening and won't be able to play untill then.