Killing a man is a lot like felling a tree, swing at the trunk and don’t stop until it falls over.
I’ve paid one of the kids in Finnmaela to write down the description of my last few days in case something happens on the way home, it’s been a bit of a trip. If something is to befall me, I want this note delivered to my family in Corkirk; tell them I loved them.
We left the town and crossed the river, it was a bit of a hike. I think our last foray into the woods and our experience with the trickster fey made us a little jumpy, but it didn’t help that we immediately ran into another song carried through the trees. Kevin, of course, was in a bit of a mood and immediately took off to investigate. I nearly ran after him, but I need to come to terms with the idea that my big brother can carry his own. Some damn Fey creature would have conjured a root and tripped me anyway and that would have ruined our chances of sneaking up on the source of the singing. Thankfully, he came back to the party several minutes later unscathed. He said there was a young man in the cabin, and there was a beautifully baked fresh apple pie; he seemed unconcerned, but my thoughts lingered on that pie. I had to skip breakfast to make it back to town bright and early, I am glad to report my growling gut did not attract any more wolves.
After a long hard ride we came upon thick bank of fog rolling into the coast against the wind. It was easy to see this was no regular fog so we rode fast to the village. I wish I could pick out more detail, it’s a bit of a blur. There was a fiery snake that turned into a group of men carrying torches. There was a figure with glowing eyes. They attacked, and we killed. I get the same feeling killing men as I do with felling trees, everything in the world fades around me and all I see is my axe and my work. I am disturbed how detached I was to the killing, but we were there to save those people; we were in the right. That’s what I keep telling myself at least…
We hope to be back in Corkirk in a week’s time to deliver these details to the elders and figure out our next move. Apparently I had the sense of knocking one of the robed figures out instead of splitting his head in two with my axe, I’m pretty smart.