I arrived late that Tuesday evening on a slow horse from Fort Veldin far in the north.  The weather at my destination, Gna Fauste, was clear and warm.  I could smell the sweat of the horse and desired to rush into the nearby lake to sluice off the stink, and let me tell you, horse stink on troll doesn’t smell pretty.  My guild mates were all gathered round Tiros, our group leader.  Tiros has called this gathering to enable those of us with less combat experience to learn from others in our guild how knights should hold themselves to the honor their titles bestow upon them.

We began our journey without fail, and soon entered the nearby Myrkwood Foerrest, on our way to the Vanern Swamp.  We traveled through the forest and crossed the narrow channel of land that is occupied by the werewolf city of XXX.  We were briefly challenged by their guards, but they were quickly dismissed, and our way continued on unabated.  We cleared Myrkwood Forrest and entered the Skona Ravine.  We skirted several groups of badgers and other woodland creatures, spied werewolves and moss maidens in the distance, but none dared challenge our presence to their homeland.  At last we entered the swamps and encountered the first site of  our intended quarry.

Standing as tall as the nearby trees, our quarry was none other than Jotuns.  These jotuns were huge, the tallest troll in our group barely reached the jotun’s boot top.  Accompanying many of these frightening monsters were gargantuan sized lizards, looking like mere dogs to our foe, while our reality sized them larger than the biggest horses in our stables.  Nearer to them we came until we were able to draw them into our grasp.  By ones and twos they came, until our arms were tired from swinging our weapons, our mages were in need of replenishment of their spells and our healers were struggling to keep up with the wounded.  Yet soon we had rid the area of the jotuns, and searched for their leader, coming upon him near the edge of the mountains that surround the swamp.  We engaged him in combat but he was fearsome and fraught with strange power, including one of the largest reptiles we had ever seen.  He was too strong for many of us, and several fell to his deadly blows, leaving only a few to lead him away from the downed and wounded.  Soon our mobile guild mates lost him in the swamp and returned to guide us home. 

When all is done, we are able to relax in Gna and reminisce about the good old days and the better days to come.  Raise your mugs in toast to the KGB!