
We rumbled through Elerd like a Viking horde. They stopped only to slaughter guards and I stopped only to snap pictures.
I realized that my delicate sensibilities had to be put on hold when in such company. And yet, as the miles passed I grew fond of them and their ways. In their turn I believe they put up with mine.

First they headed south, wiping out all the outposts on a meandering, wavy line that began at the invasion base and ended in the main Elerdian town, Nasdaim.


Ow
Here we made it right to the walls, before being beaten back by the head guard and many defenders.
But no one was about to admit defeat just yet. The band regrouped and headed north, all the while shouting war-cries and racial epithets and all sorts of unsavory things.

Yes, let's invade super-creepy scary tree island, that's a good idea

Here we fought their way into Bijumir, where the warband was stopped beneath the walls by another defending High Priest. This was one bad-ass dude. He could stun everyone around him with his bad-assery, and then while they were stunned beat each one of down with his sword of butt-kicking.
I knew I wasn't much of a match for this bad dude so in the confusion I darted into town.



This is the last photo I got before being cornered on the docks. A pretty town, but not anywhere I'd want to be spending my last breaths just yet.

Bloodthirsty but well chastised by the defeats at the walls, the war party started to crumble as people headed back to Rogwel for the night. Still untouched was the Elerd castle, and plans were made for a new attack tomorrow.
By now there was nothing to lose. Word had already passed down from on high: the end of this wonderful week is to be the end of a great many things. And if any of us live to see that end, we shall do so as brothers and sisters. Rogwel or Elerd alike!
Back in Garnedine the Rogs swear that if they're going to go out, they're going to go out fighting. And, as you might have already surmised, I'll be alongside to watch.

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