While some degree of spite is worthwhile when referring to those that put you in chains, a few of our number may need to be reminded about basic decency. Starving to death is a terrible way to die, and while Ska is a pitiable example of Orks in general, he did barter for his life with information, and it’s poor form to go back on that sort of deal. Sooner or later, you just simply won’t get any information anymore, and that will end poorly indeed.
It’s clear I will have to talk to <redacted> and one or two others here about when it is a good time to mull over the finer points of turning the wisps of power around us into strength. Meditating before having had breakfast, much less breaking camp? With the bodies of the freshly dead near us in the wilds of <redacted>, it’s a good thing the predators nearby were willing to settle for carrion. There are wagons and time to set shifts, I’d rather meditate with the smell of dung than the sensation of fangs tearing into my neck.
That said, it’s difficult to take stock of my fellows. They seem a touch on the bloodthirsty side, which I suppose may be a direct result of being dragged halfway across Barsaive by Theran slavers, but I suspect part of it may simply be their natures. We haven’t precisely had a chance to greet each other properly, and I hope that doesn’t come back to haunt us later. This far from Kratas, I do hope a Horror-touched isn’t amongst us. I think come morning I’ll put on a show, see if the Troubadour will provide me with musical accompaniment.
As the night began to fall, before we had set up proper camp, we were beset upon by some strange creatures, <long_redacted_section>. Suffice to say I had not seen the like of them before this day, and they had taken apart a group of Orks from Cara Fahd. As I was about to suggest an ambush, our own Orkish Cavalryman decided to, of all things, dismount and make towards the ridge line I was hiding behind with all the grace and tact of a drunkard at a royal court wearing naught but his hat. I would have found time to chastise him as to the error of his ways, but given that he nearly died in the opening charge, I suspect he might have learned his lesson, at least Passions I hope he has.
The fight drew blood, and I fared well enough given that fighting cavalry on foot on a good day is rarely a good idea. The T’skrang <redacted> and I, with the aid of the Troll <redacted> and the Ork <redacted>, managed to save one of the dying Orks from Cara Fahd. Should he make it through the night, we’ll do what we can to get the effects of his fellows back to their respective families, as Cara Fahd is our next stop.
However, this leads to a difficult situation. We are only one day’s ride from where we obtained our freedom, which I feel is too close to Ska’s final destination to let him go now. However, if we let him go with a soldier from Cara Fahd watching, that may damage our ability to deal with them as I had hoped. I may be able to convince the survivor that this is a way for him to die on his feet, but Ork honor may preclude that for slavers. The fact that he himself is a slave may mitigate things somewhat, but regardless, this is a complication we shall have to deal with and soon.
I will be keeping rigorous accounting of this journey, because when I get back to Kratas, <redacted> will be paying for each and every one of them.