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Journey
The next day I set off with my fellow defenders with the knight at our lead. He was able to use his clout to obtain us horses for our journey. I don't mind walking, I have spent much of my years at it, but horses are far faster and much easier especially in the mud the roads were fast becoming due to the sheets of rain. As it was, we left for the Verdain Keep, home of the Royal Family.

Along the road we spotted several people off in the woods. The knight, Gailin, hailed them and I knew we had trouble as soon as they approached. Apparently Gailin had "sparred" with these men on his way to Allstone. (The poor soul has been too sheltered to know a thief when he sees one.)

Thinking quickly (and perhaps not too brightly in hindsight) I spurred my horse into a charge, hoping to cause confusion and perhaps off-balance our foes. My horse was not accustomed to this trick and reared up, giving the thieves an open shot at me. Crossbow bolts whirled past me, one struck my horse, and I thought myself safe, until two shots rang true... piercing my scale shirt, throwing me from my horse and mortally wounding me. Were it not for Gailin and his power of healing, I would have surely perished on the spot. I owe him my life, and I will do all I can to keep him safe until this debt is repaid or my Jerick leads me elsewhere.

From the journal of Raen Stiele

Contributor: Chris Kordella