Now that that's done with, I recommend for a title "The Recollections of Bjorn: The Journeys of Eli Eremo".
Also, I beg of you, have the lich come back! Make him some sort of Xykon-esque villain, the lich already reminds me of him.
Now then,
Kogan's Journal
I had plenty of time to read while the bastards took their jolly time in there. Got no damned idea why they sent Humaan. Don't care how well he works with, they're bloody undead! You don't need to work together, you just can't get bit! Regardless, I found one entry that intrigues me. I hope this character survived, so I may have a chance of slaying him later.
It's Winddimples' 25th anniversary today. Lasted a good while longer than I'd have thought. It's also an anniversary for my family as well. Me son, Kol just turned 13 today, and by our tradition, he will serve 5 years in the military, then be free to pursue his own profession. This was a double-edged sword personally, as today for the first time in 3 years we were besieged. We were not given any respite either. The goblin King, Gozru Cradleaxe led the attack personally.
For the first time in my life, and probably my last, I saw more than 80 goblins attack our fort. Probably dumb luck, though. I think they call opposing demons master, and just happened to attack at the same time. Regardless, 120 goblins stood outside the gates of winddimples, ready to fight.
Zon commanded the ballistae, and in the two volleys we fired over 40 died. The entire secondary siege was gone, leaving only Gozru and his men. I decided, against my fatherly instinct, that Kol should get some training in the ways of combat, and opened the gates. Our military of 60 Dwarves flooded out. We had created a small hill of sorts outside that old Gozru had neglected to garrison, and our marksdwarves climbed it and opened fire. Old Rorul got a dozen kills before a lucky bowmaster got him. Name was Stozu Bloodfire, I think. Nice name, gonna have to kill 'im meself, but then again maybe that pikemaster (Oldd was already getting on in years by now, and had begun to ramble.)...but I digress. My squad of ten, now including Kol, of axedwarves charged the goblins. That bowmaster killed one of our number, old Urist Bowbait. We warned her it was a stupid name, but she refused to change it.
The battle took three days (It only felt like seconds, somehow.) but at the end, we had driven all off save one. I looked with pride only a father of a true warrior can know, as my son bested Gozru on his own. I think I might've cried a little. The greenskin bastard lost a toe, and ran off before the rest of 'is foot was gone too. 'Twas a great time indeed. Now we go to bury the dead; we lost four of our number this battle.
My father never told me about Gozru. I wonder what happened?
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