Lenora Reyes’s Not-So-Secret Diary, Entry 4
March 28, 632 K.C.
Dear Diary,
Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike spiders? Just thinking or saying the name brings back that creepy-crawly sensation of excessive legs and discomfort. Our night patrol from yesterday revealed that Duskwood has a serious arachnid problem. And to think we just handled a worgen threat on the south end of town. Now there's a giant spider lurking beneath the ground with its colony of spawn. Here is a summary of my observations from tonight:
• The Nightbane Worgen have been nearly culled by these spiders and made into hosts for these parasitic spiders when they egg lay.
• A number of Duskwood people have been killed beneath the ground for gods know how long in tunnels beneath the Rotting Orchard?
• Fire is very effective when you can throw it right.
• Undead also linger underground!!! (I had to decapitate my first ghoul and... that was really unnerving. Didn't think a head could pop off like that.)
• Luthen Hightower needs a good shaking or beating for going into the woods intoxicated and nearly dying underground! And why is that man so light to carry?! (And Blackscale makes a great bodyguard)
• Sir Adamar has a... strange connection with Kobald and boundless reservoir of bravery.
• Edric should invest in a helmet.
• Sir Folcard shares my opinion that 'Spiders are gross'.
• And lastly... don't rely on me to use a machine. Excavators are not my thing... But maybe it proved helpful given that I ground up a worgen's arm with it.
Well, at least we are done for now with that mess. I have a feeling we will go back to deal with the Spider the size of a barn. But I hope it isn't any time soon. I'm going to take another bath here in a minute and I might sleep in it to avoid the likelihood of a spider crawling on my body.
And can I just say it feels really nice to be out of Duskwood and in Southwatch again? I mean even though it's quiet in the barracks usually, I'm at least in a place where the dreams won't plague me so... And I need to visit with that Blacksmith Apprentice Hal. My legguards were a bit damaged after dealing with the Worgen. Said machinery was used to nearly crush me against the wall as it went rabid. My legs are still... barking. Ha-ha. Get it, Diary? Barking! Cause you know-...
Okay, maybe I should stop writing for now. That joke was corny.
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