Day: Unknown
Time: Likely past noon based on Hysh’s position
Location: The Drowned City of Drown
Status: Disgusted, ashamed, oddly satisfied with my terrible deed.
The Iron Bloods have thus far survived the savages of Ghur, though not without loss and exhaustion.
Nearly half their warband has fallen, either to the raptures of the realm or the damned orruks of Da Choppas. They chased us across the Dell without pause, but we lost them in the Goldswallow Pit. The brutes preferred to test their strength against the region’s infamous monster.
It figures our luck to exchange rampaging Ironjawz for sneaky Kruelboyz at our latest location: the Swallowed City of Drown. Much of this metropolis is a noxious bog filled with pestilent defilers. At least these orruks are reasonable and have offered a price to let us pass. However, the belligerent Koabla Khai claims the orruks are hiding something. Even I, Larisa Melborn, can sense there is something of interest in this swamp. Perhaps the Khornite barbarians can browbeat or slaughter an answer out of these fools.
Or maybe Irox could help us whenever he’s done brooding. He’s become very inclusive lately as we’ve delved deeper into the maddening Dell. Aside from warriors, the recent skirmishes with Da Choppas has cost us several supplies and newly forged arms. Our conversations have become blunt like a dull weapon. Perhaps the enormity of our quest and the fear of failing his bloody patron has paralyzed him.
These days I typically speak with Lord Varon of all people. A week ago, he would have been fine if a thrashermaw dragged me away for its next meal. I still believe he feels that way, but now he shares his thoughts like I am his confidant.
He has taken a sudden interest in me ever since I murdered his cannibal Bhalon. A sudden act of desperation that even I admit gave me the slightest elation. Varon has divulged his fall into Khorne’s madness and appears to be trying to bring about my own downfall to the Blood God’s insanity.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. Unless Ghur claims me or the blades of the Iron Bloods finally turn on me, it feels like a matter of time til blood fever consumes me.
