Rel’s Journal 8/23/11

Monday – We are back in Oakenville waiting for the Witch Hunter. I was hoping that he was on our heels and this would be quick, but it isn’t. I have spent the last two days with my horse, waiting for something to happen. Nothing has. I did mail off a small package to my cousin’s farm. I included gold for them and instructions on what to do with the farm should I fall in this battle. I believe that to be a possibility at least. I do not care if I fall, only that I take the Witch Hunter with me.

Tuesday – Ian and Detlef are talking about pulling a job. There is little here worth robbing – no nobility that still hold their lands. I am against robbing from those who can ill afford it, but there is a temple of Sigmar here.

Wednesday – Yesterday we evaded capture. When I went to the temple to case it, that is what I was doing, I hate to admit, I saw that there was a priest of about 50 years and four armed men, two in leather armor. I left and I barely had the words out to Ian when the five attacked. Ian was hit by two arrows, wounded badly. I shot the priest, but did not manage to kill him. Ian knocked him out, I shot the one other in the group that was brave enough to stay once gunfire erupted and we managed to make our escape, but not before Anchor looted and burned down the church of Sigmar. It all feels so surreal at times. A month ago, I would have tracked people like us down to be hung. Now, I am one of those people. Too many have seen my face. There is no going back. That thought makes me sick.

Thursday – We are now in this little town, waiting again. When will that black hearted son of a bitch ever show up? Again, I am mostly staying in the stable with my horse. Being with her makes me feel closer to my cousin, and I have more in common with my horse than with Blimey or Detlef. I am bored, but Ian needs to rest and recover before he can face what we must. For now, we continue to wait.

Friday – nothing to report.

Saturday – Last night, we almost died. A knight rode in with eight men at arms, all mounted. Ian was lanced by the night and attacked by others. He is greviously wounded and fell in battle. I was also attacked by many swords and have four deep wounds. Anchor fought by our side, attacking several men at arms with daggers. That dwarf in as insane as a Slayer. I find myself admiring him more and more. Had it just been Ian, Anchor and I, we would have fallen in battle. As much as I hate writing these words, and I do, Detlef and Blimey saved our lives. This was an even greater accomplishment than one could guess because Blimey was still completely drunk when this happened, yet he still managed to kill three of the attackers. I killed the Knight. I shot him in the face. I don’t know how to feel about that, so right now I am letting myself feel nothing. Ian needs to heal, so again we wait, and just hope that soon we can meet our foe.