<< Previous Chapter
>> Next Chapter
^^ Index
Captain's Log. 11th of Granite.
It's spring. And spring brings those filthy elves.
I can already smell them on the wind.
Our defences should intimidate them somewhat. Already we have a solid amount of fortified area, cutting away the slope to display our proud defences.
I suppose I'll have to deal with the pointy eared ones, once again.
Such is life.
Such is Nist Akath.