Log 22

I came across a peculiar sight as I began exploring Limgrave. While I rode out from the Gatefront Ruins, I heard a voice calling out to me. I looked around but couldn't find the source anywhere, until I stumbled upon what looked to be a talking tree.

When I examined it closer, the spell broke and it turned out to be another demi-human. I've never seen one that could actually speak in complete sentences, but he seemed friendly enough, if a bit scrawny. Apparently his people kicked him out of their cave home. He offered to go back to that cave and bring me back a reward. I tried to assure him it wasn't necessary but he wouldn't hear it. He mentioned going off to a cave by the shore.

I can only surmise that he means the cave I stumbled across, guarded by demi-humans. I'm not exactly eager to head back to that beach, but I'd rather not see this little fellow get himself killed.


Log 23

I entered the cave, and found that demi-human boy wounded on the ground and writhing in pain. Rather than those skeletons, it seems his own kin did this to him.

He urged me to stay away, but whatever shred of chivalrous honor remains within me compelled me to venture further in and avenge this wrong. Though the demi-humans tried to use the dark to their advantage, my torch put an end to that before long.

I'd never actually seen a demi-human chief before. Now I've killed two. I'd heard tales and rumors of how the fully grown demi-humans who survived long enough to reach maturity became fearsome creatures capable of cutting down even seasoned warriors. I'll admit, between their ferocious agility and their greater numbers, I likely would have died if I had ever encountered one in my old life. But thanks to my newfound strength, and a bit of subterfuge, I was able to cut them down without much trouble. One of them was holding onto something, a rucksack filled with what looked to be sewing materials. I couldn't fathom what a demi-human could be doing with this, but I decided to hold onto it on a whim.

I returned to the cave entrance to speak with the demi-human, and he seemed to recognize it. Apparently his mother was a seamstress, and this was all he had to remember her by. I suppose the primitive clothes that these demi-humans wear must have come from somewhere, but I still find it hard to imagine a seamstress demi-human.

Still, the boy seemed grateful enough, so I suppose all's well that ends well.


Log 24

I saw them. Those bastards those monsters those blackhearts those pieces of shit those bastards. Warriors from Kaiden, mercenaries. It seems now they've whored themselves out to Godrick the Grafted. Fine then, I was already set about facing him, if killing these monsters will help bring him down, then all the better. I'll hunt down each and every one of them, no matter where they may hide, even if I have to scour every last corner of Limgrave. And if these vermin have infested the rest of the Lands Between, then I shall continue my journey in these lands until none of them remain.

Elis will be avenged, I shall have my revenge. I, Accolon of Elis, do so swear upon my blade.

Now I go out in search of my vengeance.

-Accolon of Elis