Situation Report Thirty Two

General Summary

I have to admit, I'm scared. Really scared. I am barely able to hawk up any spit as we contemplate the road leading into Tarek Nev. My mind wanders to Sergeant Splitter. "Anyone who is confident before a battle, hasn't been in one." I've been in a few now and mostly knew what to expect, but now I'm fucking shitting myself.
Time and space are weird in Tarek Nev, so I focus purely on my martial training, but struggle to control the crew. It's like trying to round up fish after a net has split.
I feel for Sylke, who seems to be suffering worse than the rest of us. She's got some deep shit going on.
Not fifty yards into the ruins, we are assaulted by a group of tall dark slender demons with black feathery wings. They're fast and deadly, but by Cas our weapons make mincemeat of them.
Looking at the faces of the crew, and the flecks of saliva and blood down my armour, I must have let the boulder slide down the glacier again. The new bloke looks positively green. Did I attack him?
Just what we need in this place. Ugnan asks after me as he does his thing with my wounds and I feel most of the aches and cuts disappear. Sure sign I lost my shit.
One of these days I'm going to kill someone again. Shit.

Report Date

29 Sep 2019

Primary Location

Tarek-Nev