The Journal of Sir Yorgh

by Woofsee

This is a simple test to adapt myself to proper formatting on the site before going into any serious project. As a result the writing is not nearly as good as anything I've written before and it is very short. I mean VERY short. Criticism is very welcome, if not encouraged.

Hello everyone! Being new to this I decided to not only gauge my writing ability, but also I'm using this "story" to grow accustomed to formatting properly. Thus this is rather short, but hopefully entertaining. Criticism is welcome, as it probably is formatted horridly and written poorly. Either way enjoy! –Woofsie.

The Drakeblood Knights came from an unknown land to Shulva, with only one goal. To obtain the blood of the dragon harbored there to reach a state of "transcendence." After an arduous journey, they arrived at the sanctum where the beast resided. These are the recordings of their journey written by their leader Sir Yorgh. Only few entries can be translated, as the book is horribly corroded. It is a miracle we salvaged this much. Varg says we should leave, fearing for our safety, but Cerah is demanding we push forward. I'm growing tired of this.

Day 1:

At last my men and I have arrived at this kingdom. I never wish to return to that monstrous gulch again, two of the knights almost succumbed to the poison. It cost us thirty-five poison moss, THIRTY-FIVE. Either way we managed to survive. Shulva this land is called, a strange name to be sure. However soon enlightenment will be ours! At long last!

Day 3:

One of my Drakebloods discovered a use for those glyph infested totems. After one of the kingdoms soldiers dodged his arrow, it collided with the totem and caused a structure to rise up, knocking the Shulvan knight into the abyss below. Perhaps this subterranean kingdom is more advanced than it appears.

Day 11:

Ghosts! They have created ethereal warriors to protect them! Clearly the blood of this dragon can grant more knowledge than we originally thought. Besides these monstrosities, the people are putting up very little resistance. Perhaps a land of scholars instead of warriors? But what good is knowledge if not usable in battle?

Day 23:

I was correct in my assumption that the dragon's ichor brought true enlightenment to these people. They have managed, defying all universal law, to create their own dragon-like pets. Our thirst for knowledge now is irresistible, WHERE IS THIS DRAGON!

Day 37:

I expected the king to be as powerful as Vendrick, but he was by far the weakest person we have encountered. Ragged and insane, killing him was more a mercy than a murder. Either way we have finally arrived! Of course my soldiers had to gain as much bounty as possible from the sanctum, despite my reasoning of their inability to carry the loot back to the surface of the ziggurat. Despite their greed, we have arrived! Enlightenment is ours! Our dream at last a reality!

Yorgh's journal ends here. We tried to find anything else to scavenge but the rest was most likely vaporized along with Yorgh and his men. I'm growing concerned, and Varg and I plan to leave tonight while Cerah is asleep. Hopefully the old fool won't notice.

Once again please criticize the writing and formatting, both are welcome as I need to heavily improve before starting any serious projects. Have a good day, and "don't you dare go Hollow." -Woofsie