Had an awfully close call today, got bowled over by one of the rodent things, lost the grip on my sword too but I showed the bugger who he was dealing with! Shot it a good half dozen times.
Gah, I have an awful headache, you'd've thought a month and a half in a hospital bed asleep would stop that one but nope, last thing I can remember is thrusting my blade into a charging bull's head, apparently one of the others found me and set me to bed. On the plus side as I stumbled out I could see the fort was coming along well, should give me safe boundaries with which to practice my crutch-walking.
Dammit, I really should have learnt, once again I'm in a damp bed, I'll be dead soon at this rate, the only shining light in my life is dear Ifeno, his presence is one of the few things that can calm me these days.
I really cannot get a frigging break around here, a troll came up from the caverns, luckily Wyrm Gold was nearby and called for the others though I have no idea where he is now, I asked Ifeno about him and he didn't reply, not exactly reassuring.
...Why so I am. How's he doing?
Not dead yet?
Your sort of alive... your locked in the caverns though 'cos a troll turned you into a zombie, updating in a sec ^_^
Awesome! Can't wait! Did you get my PM?