The Daily Journal of Grimmoch Drummel (Day 14 - 16)

by Grimmoch

"Day 14 - Day 16:

We are lost... we are lost... all is lost. The dead are piled up at my feet. Bergen and I somehow managed in the madness to piece together a barricade, barring access to the camp antechamber. He knows as well as I that we cannot hold it forever. The dead come. They took Lysander before our eyes. I pity the soul of even such a madman - no one should die in such a manner. And yet so many have. We're trapped here in this horror. So many have died, and for what? What curse have we stumbled upon? I cannot bear it, the moaning, wailing cries of the dead. Poor Thomas, cut to pieces by their blades. We had only an hour to properly bury those we could, before the undead legions struck again. I cannot go on... I cannot go on."