Krastus - In which the captain attacked me. Again.

He attacked me. Again. He is going to find himself a gelding pretty fast at this rate - though an interesting question. How /does/ one geld a walrus?

We camped in the woods. Lost. In the darkness. With the shadows. And from the shadows they came. Beings with snakes on their heads, beings intent on ending us. We fought and they died but, some kind of force overtook me. It seems these beings wanted....I guess peace, to talk. But the killing had started.

The captain them went mad and attacked me - it seems his rapier is affected by the same blood magic as my axe. The one they all yell at me for using. Seems the captain might need to be convinced to stop using it. We'll see if Carlton yells at him for using it still - or whether he is just racist against scurillians as I suspect. Humans are so jealous.

But, this distracts us from our problems. We are still in this jungle. This jungle I told them not to go into. We have killed the natives, we don't know what else lurks in the dark, in the shadows. And we are still lost.