The knights have told me recoding my thoughts on my work and travels in Ishgard may calm my mind. I have never tried before, having always thinking the practices pointless... but given the few I know here, and even fewer I'm willing to speak openly with... It seem I have no real choice. The events of today have... made me question my choice of coming to this land.
My latest patrol earlier in the day was most trying. I was sent out with a completely fresh set of knights, seems the nobles seem to think I'm some kind of trainer or something. Seems think my skills may somehow make me able to train lancers.... bloody fools. I was to take the soldiers and move out from Falcon's Nest out towards Camp Rivermeet then to make sure the old Gorggane Mills and then to the Ninth Vare.Â
If it had not been for the heavy winds, things would have been quick and over easily. However, thing are never easy. We hadn't even come to see the Black Iron Bridge before being attacked by wolves from the area. Vicious beast, hungry and desperate from a lack of pray. I think it was a pack of about nine. More then two to one when compared to us. The young knights wore meant to follow my orders, but just the sight of the wolves made them panic. These wore not soldiers but some noble's young sons, possible sent out here as a punishment for something. Â
I was lucky in the least the healer was another outsider, much like me. She quickly grabbed the pair of panic whelps and pulled them towards a wall of earth to at least force the wolves attack from one side and not from all sides. I have to thank the twelve I happened to have such a quick thinker with me to make the problem much easier.Â
I have to also be thankful for the heavy armor I was offered before heading out. I think it's was called Halonic Inquisitor. Far more sturdy then what it seems.... I only wished it was better fitted. Breathing is hard... but I would have to take that over wolves ripping through the armor so it would be some discomfited I must endure. The metal and cloth stopped the angry fangs from digging into my flesh. Hell... having looked it over after having taking it off, I still can't see where the wolves had tried to harm me.Â
Having forced the beasts to attack from head on made things far easier on me. Keeping two crying grown men safe while not be knocked to the ground by the pack would have been near useless out in the open. I fell half of the pack before the rest ran, I'm still not sure if I had killed the leader or simply made the beasts scared off my having cut their numbers in half. Lucky for me after the wolves wore chased off the travels to Rivermeet and the mill wore uneventful.Â
Even to walk to the vare was easy, aside from the two soldiers trying to swear they wore not cowards. I swear from now I if I have to travel with noisy fools I just tie them to a Chocobo and find some way to keep them silent. The Ninth was clear aside from a spare wolf or ice elemental. I had thought we would have started back towards Falcon's Nest but a scream caught the boys ears, and they pair deiced to try to play heroes. I swear I must have anger a member of the twelve to have to travel with these idiots.
We spent bells checking and rechecking the ghost town of Hemlock as the pair wore sure they heard a woman cry out of help. IF they hadn't been placed in my care I would have left the pair there and went to rest, but I didn't want a noble breathing down my neck because his sons wore missing for a few bells. Luck would have it I would find something, but it wasn't a woman. I had over looked the tiny thing in the pointless search, but I guess I have the fools to thank for forcing me to stay. A tiny horned colt... nearly frozen stiff. I had quickly removed my cloak and wrapped the animal and tried to warm it as I looked for the healer.Â
Afline was her name, and she was shocked by what I found. She used her magic to slowly bring the tiny colt back from the brink of dead. She told me what it was really was and said something how it mush have been the will of Halone I would fine this Unicolt, as she called it. I tried to give it over to her but she refused saying it was meant to be. So now I have a tiny unicorn... at least he/she seems to enjoy fruit. I still want to know how in the seven hell I became a ......
The rest of the page was covered in ink and a few signs of tiny hooves having stepped through the ink.
My latest patrol earlier in the day was most trying. I was sent out with a completely fresh set of knights, seems the nobles seem to think I'm some kind of trainer or something. Seems think my skills may somehow make me able to train lancers.... bloody fools. I was to take the soldiers and move out from Falcon's Nest out towards Camp Rivermeet then to make sure the old Gorggane Mills and then to the Ninth Vare.Â
If it had not been for the heavy winds, things would have been quick and over easily. However, thing are never easy. We hadn't even come to see the Black Iron Bridge before being attacked by wolves from the area. Vicious beast, hungry and desperate from a lack of pray. I think it was a pack of about nine. More then two to one when compared to us. The young knights wore meant to follow my orders, but just the sight of the wolves made them panic. These wore not soldiers but some noble's young sons, possible sent out here as a punishment for something. Â
I was lucky in the least the healer was another outsider, much like me. She quickly grabbed the pair of panic whelps and pulled them towards a wall of earth to at least force the wolves attack from one side and not from all sides. I have to thank the twelve I happened to have such a quick thinker with me to make the problem much easier.Â
I have to also be thankful for the heavy armor I was offered before heading out. I think it's was called Halonic Inquisitor. Far more sturdy then what it seems.... I only wished it was better fitted. Breathing is hard... but I would have to take that over wolves ripping through the armor so it would be some discomfited I must endure. The metal and cloth stopped the angry fangs from digging into my flesh. Hell... having looked it over after having taking it off, I still can't see where the wolves had tried to harm me.Â
Having forced the beasts to attack from head on made things far easier on me. Keeping two crying grown men safe while not be knocked to the ground by the pack would have been near useless out in the open. I fell half of the pack before the rest ran, I'm still not sure if I had killed the leader or simply made the beasts scared off my having cut their numbers in half. Lucky for me after the wolves wore chased off the travels to Rivermeet and the mill wore uneventful.Â
Even to walk to the vare was easy, aside from the two soldiers trying to swear they wore not cowards. I swear from now I if I have to travel with noisy fools I just tie them to a Chocobo and find some way to keep them silent. The Ninth was clear aside from a spare wolf or ice elemental. I had thought we would have started back towards Falcon's Nest but a scream caught the boys ears, and they pair deiced to try to play heroes. I swear I must have anger a member of the twelve to have to travel with these idiots.
We spent bells checking and rechecking the ghost town of Hemlock as the pair wore sure they heard a woman cry out of help. IF they hadn't been placed in my care I would have left the pair there and went to rest, but I didn't want a noble breathing down my neck because his sons wore missing for a few bells. Luck would have it I would find something, but it wasn't a woman. I had over looked the tiny thing in the pointless search, but I guess I have the fools to thank for forcing me to stay. A tiny horned colt... nearly frozen stiff. I had quickly removed my cloak and wrapped the animal and tried to warm it as I looked for the healer.Â
Afline was her name, and she was shocked by what I found. She used her magic to slowly bring the tiny colt back from the brink of dead. She told me what it was really was and said something how it mush have been the will of Halone I would fine this Unicolt, as she called it. I tried to give it over to her but she refused saying it was meant to be. So now I have a tiny unicorn... at least he/she seems to enjoy fruit. I still want to know how in the seven hell I became a ......
The rest of the page was covered in ink and a few signs of tiny hooves having stepped through the ink.
