Beidrick - I wasn’t sure what I s’pected to find. It hadn’t occurred to me that Keela might still be alive. At best I had hoped to turn the page on a dark chapter in my life. I’m not sure what the worst option was in my head, but the options are growing at the speed of my imagination.
The air we breath here seems to be the only thing that resembles what I would call normal. Floki said it best, something to the effect of many dimensions seem to exist simultaneously here.
I’m sure this has something to do with the two- headed hounds that have been dogging us since we set foot on this island. Rune covered boulders seem to follow the main trail from the beach inland. The hounds are unable to get near us when we are in the protective circle of the boulders. Unfortunately the stones don’t form an unbroken chain. For this reason I feel worse than I can remember, including the time I had scarlet fever as a boy. Whatever infection breeds on the teeth of those dogs is nasty enough to make a mans knees less reliable than unsteady stilts and turn his stomach inside out. The fever and headaches are blinding at times.In quiet moments its like the worst hangover I can remember. A subject on which I am a bit of an expert.
Sigismond was afflicted, same as me, but I think he is bearing it better. Neither of us is worth a tarnished penny in a fight right now. Not that Sig has ever been one to toe the line at the local tavern.
It was in this condition we decided to cross Ogre territory. We tried our damnedest to stay out of sight as we crossed the meadow, but one of the bastards sniffed us out and now we are in a bit of a scrap. I watched this slate colored giant’s club shake a full grown tree to its roots, narrowly missing Raenir. I shutter to think what would be left of him it that lodge pole had hit its intended target.
I think we have all agreed to give this thing some space to vent its rage. Distance enough so that none of us become meat paste.
