Log# 6
My time in observation has gathered scarce results in this region regarding the whereabouts of my countryman. I will send what little information I have obtained back to the Holy See and return to my primary concern. After a very extensive search I picked up the trail of a dravanian, it has made great efforts to conceal its presence however before my eyes its presence is as clear as day. Judging by the depth of the foot prints and distance between the sets the dravanian was a land unit. It is also quite large but not large enough to catch immediate attention, I surmised it conducted its hunting from night to dawn and took shelter in its lair during the day. The tracks I found were recent which made it easier for me to narrow down my search range and while although still large it is manageable. In order for me to find its lair I must be keenly aware of when wildlife standard to the region begins to dwindle, the less I see the closer I am to its lair. Another sign would be a lack of aerial creatures, although it is a land unit the possibility of an airborne unit keeping watch on it is possible thus warding off any creatures that may frequent the air space. My search took quite some time and lead me dangerously close to some beast tribe encampments, I imagine that when the opportunity presented itself the dravanian snatched up some drakes and possibly some of the beast tribe themselves. If that is the case I must take due caution for if the creature dare to challenge a beast tribesman territory far away from the mass of the horde it is one of significant strength. My travels eventually began showing the signs I was looking for, a lack of wildlife compared to elsewhere and the stench of scorched flesh subtly is wafted in the air and grows stronger as I approach an abandoned mine shaft. When I entered I was greeted by a bellowing roar confirming my guess on its size however what I did not expect was subsequent roars varying in volume, none were larger than the initial roar indicating it was the leader. I slowly drew out my lance, my eyes were focused, my breathing calm and controlled, my blood beginning to stir due to the approaching battle, however before I set forth I chanted a small prayer. "Halone, grace my lance with your fury so that I may brilliantly vanquish my enemy and should I fall let the terror and death I reap upon thy enemy make them lament and fear when they face another who follows you." With that I traverse deeper into the den of dravanian.
My time in observation has gathered scarce results in this region regarding the whereabouts of my countryman. I will send what little information I have obtained back to the Holy See and return to my primary concern. After a very extensive search I picked up the trail of a dravanian, it has made great efforts to conceal its presence however before my eyes its presence is as clear as day. Judging by the depth of the foot prints and distance between the sets the dravanian was a land unit. It is also quite large but not large enough to catch immediate attention, I surmised it conducted its hunting from night to dawn and took shelter in its lair during the day. The tracks I found were recent which made it easier for me to narrow down my search range and while although still large it is manageable. In order for me to find its lair I must be keenly aware of when wildlife standard to the region begins to dwindle, the less I see the closer I am to its lair. Another sign would be a lack of aerial creatures, although it is a land unit the possibility of an airborne unit keeping watch on it is possible thus warding off any creatures that may frequent the air space. My search took quite some time and lead me dangerously close to some beast tribe encampments, I imagine that when the opportunity presented itself the dravanian snatched up some drakes and possibly some of the beast tribe themselves. If that is the case I must take due caution for if the creature dare to challenge a beast tribesman territory far away from the mass of the horde it is one of significant strength. My travels eventually began showing the signs I was looking for, a lack of wildlife compared to elsewhere and the stench of scorched flesh subtly is wafted in the air and grows stronger as I approach an abandoned mine shaft. When I entered I was greeted by a bellowing roar confirming my guess on its size however what I did not expect was subsequent roars varying in volume, none were larger than the initial roar indicating it was the leader. I slowly drew out my lance, my eyes were focused, my breathing calm and controlled, my blood beginning to stir due to the approaching battle, however before I set forth I chanted a small prayer. "Halone, grace my lance with your fury so that I may brilliantly vanquish my enemy and should I fall let the terror and death I reap upon thy enemy make them lament and fear when they face another who follows you." With that I traverse deeper into the den of dravanian.
