Several of the Tribe have approached me to assist in matters dealing with the odd place. I will of course not record their names here as it is a private matter. Long have I meditated on these requests searching the shadows for their requests...but no matter how deeply buried a thing is...the revealing Light of my lantern sees all. My work to thwart the Nothingness that plagues our Tribe continues and we have collected several of the items we need, the Fathers have been surprisingly helpful in this task...but their silent assistance concerns me..they know something they are not revealing.
Private note...this evening we traveled to the kingdom under the molten mountain and faced a foul creature in the form of a Dwarf. It requested single combat against one of our finest warriors, then attacked the entire Tribe. Many were wounded and nearly killed...and the Baron was highly incensed that this creature would attempt to ruin his plans for the Tribe to survive. This dwarf knows not what he has done, what terrible unspeakable horrors await him when he lays his head on his pillow for the last time. When that last breath whispers from his lips I shall be there to capture it, fingers of bone and shadow will drag him to hell where we shall have an eternity to define the very meaning of pain.
The IC thoughts of the Troll Witch-Doctor Ka'Zak'Guul servant of Bwonsamdi and the three disembodied spirits of his predecessors, collectively known as "The Fathers" whose off color and often perverse comments interupt the Doctor and his work at almost every turn.
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