Some fucking bandit dude:
Dear diary, my name is Nordsly McStabberson and my roving gang of assholes discovered this sweet ass abandoned cave in the mountains in the middle of goddamn no where, it seems like a good place to set up base. Bertha stationed one guy with the shittiest bow and arrows we could find out at the entrance to tell passerby’s ‘Thats close enough’ if anyone happens to be scaling the side of a mountain. Its my birthday tomorrow and we will celebrate with generic off brand nord mead and boiled creme treats. TFFN ❤ Nordsly.
It's me again Diary. Birthday was great! Nael Pinebrooktreelover the wood elf got me 2 iron daggers and a set of baked potatoes, just what I always wanted. We've been here in this stinking freezing wet cave for a few weeks and at night I've noticed weird sounds coming from inside the walls. Like…wailing? A sort of unholy otherworldly shrieking, as if the souls of a hundred damned men are screeching in unison for freedom of their wretched rotting prisons.Clawing. Grasping. Blindly searching in the darkness to rid themselves of their curse. I dunno. No biggie. Bertha told me to stop worrying and keep digging. I am sure nothing could go wrong.
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