This is my story. It is a sad tale, but one without ending. It will have an ending, one that turns the story from one of ownership and hardship into a tale of epic glory. Some of it will seem rushed, incomplete even, as it will be penned at such a time that I find myself unoccupied or unthreatened. Other parts will be fresh - vivid and detailed, as I put words to parchment at the end of each day.
Sold Into Slavery, I Make the March to Urik
I Fight for the Anu's Amusement in the Arena
The Coyote and His Minions Attempt to Enslave Us, Blood is Spilled
We Control the Refuge, Discoveries About the Coyote Are Made
What Occurred Under the Refuge
We Travel Across the Tablelands, An Oasis Earns Its Name
We Are Diverted On the Road, Rustlers Are Put to the Sword
Two Chance Meetings On the Road, We Arrive in Toruk-Tul
Bounties Are Paid, We Arrange to Meet Tormund
A Friend Departs and a New One Is Met
Tormund Takes His Cut, The Journey Home Proves Just as Dangerous
I Acquire a War Crodlu and Attend to Matters of Steel
The Party Relates What They Found In the Tower, a New Member Joins
A Corpse Speaks, We Ride After Our Stolen Treasure
What Occurred Beneath the Desert Sands
Errands are Run, We Make an Exit From Tyr
Arrangements are Made at the Refuge, We Return to Vor Rukoth