It seemed that our mission to bring The Watchtower Balentyne has started off on a proper footing, the imbeciles within do not even realize quite yet that the enemy is within their ranks moving undetected. At first I was worried about the success of our mission, the Watchtower was not to be trifled with and was filled with soldiers who were disciplined, skilled, and talented enough to be tasked with fighting against the savage hordes of the North. These were not the lazy, foolish guards that had allowed our escape and this would be more than a mere dozen or so. We faced a garrison, supported and well-loved by their people. It would take more than mindless applications of violence to succeed.
After bickering over ideas and deciding what we would do exactly, we headed into the sleeping town and rented rooms at the King’s Dalliance, an inn I remember drinking at before we set off past the Northern Wall and into war. In the night, my friend Angolion heard a noise and investigate to see what it was. The discovery was a delightful one, a secret passage from the watchtower into the basement of the Inn. It was rumored that this was once a brothel, before the puritanical Mitrans came and force it to become just an Inn, but it would serve us well now. It seems only the Inn owner knows of it and frequents it rarely. Perhaps we will have a chance to take his life when we get closer to opening the gate and release the bugbear horde.
During the next day, we took our time to gather what information we could about the Watchtower as well as figure out who were our next targets. Beneath the Watch Commander and his immediate supporters, there were four captains who worked alongside their men and seemed to be quite the valuable targets to eliminate. While I have distrusted the thief who was with us, his skills have come into incredible use as well as his skill with his bow. This became most prevalent in the skirmish that occurred between our idiotic but mighty orc and a group of dwarves from the castle in a drinking match.
The orc was disguised as a normal human being and had challenged the leader of these Dwarven engineers. Inevitably, a fight broke out and when it grew more intense, the Dwarf asked out to head outside. It was here that we attacked in earnest, our rogue safe from the window of his room where he killed the already weakened leader. Our Elven friend was dispatched by two strikes of a warhammer but the rest of the dwarves fell quickly. After committing eleven counts of murder, I decided that taking a cart to move the dwarf bodies into the forest and then disposing of them was the best idea. Their tools and weapons would come into use later. We also discovered a detailed sketching of the Watchtower, one good enough that we could further plan our attacks directly upon it if needed, as well as heard about a patrol that one of the captains takes every so often.
The next day we received words from our master, Adrastus Thorn, that he had gathered information from Timeon about an affair happening between two of the captains. We quickly put it into action, watching carefully and timing ourselves to reveal the affair to the cuckold just as his friend was deep into the poor man’s wife. A duel happened shortly after, one where we poisoned both blades to ensure the death of at least one of the guards. As is law, a duel to the death is a crime of the Forsaken and the married man was carted off to their holding cells to await his trial. In a cunning move, we secreted a poisoned bottle to him with a note written in a woman’s hand begging him to do the honorable thing and take his own life. It was only after we had left to ambush the patrol that we would hear our ploy was successful. Two captains dead, their engineers gone, and a map in our hands. A fairly productive day.
We set up our ambush, waiting patiently for the patrol to arrive, and they most certainly did. Our thief came quite into his own, slaying their lookout silently before slicing the captain’s throat. The rest died quietly in the night. We then used the weapons stolen from the Dwarves to destroy the evidence and damage the bodies beyond repair, framing the dead for a crime that cannot be resolved while confusing the enemy of who the real threat is. My comrades are more capable than I could’ve imagined and I am more than excited to see what we will be capable of doing. Most of the watch captains are dead now but we still have much left if we will ensure the victory of our dear friend Skkarot. I wish to get inside the Watchtower, learn what other defenses we can sabotage, and move our way up the ranks and kill any in our path. By Asmodeus, we may just be successful.
The dawn comes at last as we return back to the sleeping town and I can already imagine the fires burning here. Many are going to die, many innocents will suffer under the savage hordes that will spill through, but they will be part of my payment to the Lord of Nessus. I will get what should have been mine and more, I will carve my name in the dead of Talingarde.