Yesterday my brother proved that he is the greatest swordsman in Solace, capable of felling a doom bear with a skillful stab of his blade. Then he went on to prove that his true nemesis was dead, fallen trees. One of these things was very dashing, and one of them I shall taunt him about for years to come.
I have to keep my writing short this time. We have a lot to do, because we came back with a LOT of loot. Like, a wagon full! Well, a minotaur full, which is very much like a wagon that has horns instead of wheels. I already have plans for how I'm going to use my part… I have so many things to make for people! Mery has had a bad time of it in fights so far, and Tish too. So I will have to buy some leather and work on armor for them.
Or…. or…. wait for it, diary…
Or I can use the GIANT DOOM BEAR. I skinned it after the epic battle. It's so soft and fluffy, oof, I want to roll on it forever… but the hide is top quality, so it's going to become armor. Better to keep my friends alive than have a fluffy mattress cover, right? At least for now. If it was any softer I might have to make a different decision.
The bear was a pretty tricky foe, I have to say. I wonder why there was so much treasure in its cave. Maybe someone was controlling it? Probably not. But if so… oh wow. That means we would have an enemy, now. Rac Manadh's first true foe! He will probably stay in the shadows, lurking for months and growing stronger until he can take us on again… but by then, we'll have become even greater heroes. Hah! The fool! Bring on your worst, Bear Lord. Bear King? No, no, those are too on the nose. He might even be able to control more than just bears. We need something menacing but vague.
Shudderclaw. It writes oddly but it sounds great outloud. Shudderclaw. Yes, that's what we will call him when he finally emerges to avenge his fallen minion. Right before Brill puts him back down again. :)
Time to get back to work. I have repairs to make, especially on our gear. Except for Rem's armor, he never did wear it. So much for the power of prayer…. I guess some boys are so thick-skulled not even gods can get through to them. Sigh. I really need to find someone else to complain to about this. When I talk to Kirrak he just rolls his eyes and buries his head in work – as if a nine foot bullman can hide behind a four foot work table. Glare. Tish is great, but she's still such a kid. That's it. Rac Manadh needs another woman. I will be keeping my eye out for recruits.
Until the next adventure, dearest diary….