What a day to be ALIVE!!!!!!.....barely

What a Day to be ALIVE.....barely alive but the most ALIVE I have been! As a lay in Glennhaven recuperating trying to mend these wounds I can only think of the glory and the combat. The sounds of bones breaking, organs punctured and the buckets of blood strewn about the battlefield, O boy was I in bad shape but as they say you should have seen the other guys! Well not sure why I'm starting at the end so let's go back to when all this magnificence began.
 
The old tavern is sure getting to be the place to hear of the upcoming happenings and goings in Glennhaven. This time around Sir Gerst is seeking a group to check out the legality of a certain unscrupulous carnival and be certain they have the necessary and proper paperwork to continue. The knights themselves being too encumbered with the war effort he was sequestered our group to act on their behalf. I hear of the tales of Ogres and other ilk amongst the carnival and can only dream of Mursha greeting them in combat. When I arrive I am introduced to the other members that will be accompanying me on this journey. A rather young and mostly covered human Rogue goes by the name of Cayden Ambrose, the only other besides myself who has not yet encountered this Carnival. Cayden seems direct, I bit preoccupied with coin, but nonetheless direct. I have always admired direct as a quality. Next is Jor Haldon another human warlock I believe and appears to be running for Sheriff. A noble profession, however I cannot grasp the concept of how one runs for Sheriff. The strongest warrior is the one that maintains the peace and punishes those that would commit offenses. While a respectable position not quite one I would ever want to hold too much responsibility too much jabbering not enough smashing. Lastly was Thane Belanor, a High Elf hailing from Midgard, with his shiny Armor and polished weapons...shield maidens at his side. So noble so pompous are the High Elves. Shiny brightly polished armor to deliver your position to the enemy. Bright shiny polished weapons to reflect the sun and gleam drawing attention to one's self that much more. Shield maidens at your side to hand you weapons and lighten you load. Not I, I was raised differently. Dirt on my chest and scars from previous battles are all the armor I shall ever require. Mursha made of wood and stone blending in our surrounding as smoothly as I. Shield maidens....blah I'd rather thighs the size of tree trunks and carry my own damn weapons. However to each is own, he probably regards me and my barbarism in equal disdain. Disdain or not is was oddly pleasing to see someone else from Midgard and in the heat of battle we are all brethren and shall be treated as much forever on the battlefield. In the tavern is a different story...haha and I will voice my opinions there.
 
We head off warrant in hand given to us by Sir Ghest himself and after a quick stop to for my other companions to procure horses and a wagon, scrawny looking wiry beasts, we head off. This reminds me after seeing Thane in battle on the back of his steed, I need to acquire one of these beasts. Not some wiry staunch looking horse but a magnificent stallion from the wilds of Midgard, will there fur covered hooves and broad muscled backs. A true companion that will leap into the maws of hell with me and back. After a days travel we decide to break and make camp. Cayden and I decide to search for some game for the night and head off to the surrounding wilderness. We spot a boar and foolishly in my excitement I snap a twig and the boar takes off, but fortune has smiled upon us. This little fella decides to charge directly at me. I brace myself for the charge and stop him mid charge grasping his tusks firmly. You think you have the power to move KRUG!!!! how cute little beast. I crank his head to the side and expose the sweet spot on his junk which Cayden's blade quickly finds. The entrails are left behind for a free meal to the next predator that passes along. The rest of us prepare the campsite to spit roast this boar and its a feast of pork for all. The rest of the night was uneventful except for Cayden recanting the tale of how I halted this boar mid charge, Cayden is beginning to grow on me.
 
The morning breaks and we head towards the carnival to serve this warrant and procure the necessary paperwork. Alas when we arrive to the open field leading to the carnival we can see they have packed up and left in the middle of the night. We are met by a gruff bald headed man wearing a breastplate and carrying a greatsword. Some slight dialogue exchanges betweens this loute and our group. Eventually 5 other thugs join his side and it clear a battle is open us!!!! CHARGE!!!!! Two archers emerge from the treeline and join the fray offering ranged support to our foes.
 
The rage inside in me builds, my blood is pure fire and scorches my veins pulsing through me, boiling blood reaches my eyes and my visions turns blood red, Mursha no longer whispers but SCREAMS for glory, who the hell am I to deny her. Full throttle I charge warcries and challenges thrown at the bald headed bastard leader. Thane charges ahead on his stallion covering more ground that I can but alas when he reaches striking distance of the pack of bandits they cowardly hiding behind a pit trap and he fill in, luckily his luckily acquired beast was able to avoid the pitfall. I charge behind him a few hatchets barely digging into my chest and slammed aside and I leap the trap to enter combat with their leader, HE IS MINE!!!!!!! The rage inside me has developed into a full frenzy, practically foaming at the mouth from the joy I am about to experiences....THE GLORY AND HONOR OF COMBAT IS UPON ME!!!!! I smash Mursha into his ribs hearing the satisfying crack that I have longed for and swing her back around crunching down on his shoulder. His pack mates begin to poke and prod at me puncturing skin and spilling blood. He retaliates in glorious fashion. The first swing carving a gash across my chest, the second coming across opposite side digging deeper and harder, at last the third Mursha knocks away. My other comrades are Cayden and Jor are occupying the archers. Thane emerges for the pit and begins to engage the leader as well. I welcome the help of the prissy high elf and respect his valor on the battlefield. The attention of the rest of the pack is now split between Thane and I. Mursha is heathen pulsating she wants, demands more and I shall deliver. Smashing down on this leader's shoulder once again hearing the shatter of bone and the inner tearing of tendon and sinew is glorious music another swing and Mursha caves in what's left of his ribs. Thane swings his longsword and with a well landed swipe of blade and a satisfying snicker-snack the bald bastard's head topples off his shoulders. To battle with the rest of the pack, several more pokes and prods from these bastard bandits and blood is spewing from everywhere. One pierces through my ribs hearing the bones break and snap, and hits home some organ something essential inside me is now pierced and bleeding inside. Is this the day that Muldraith takes me, the day I can pay him the greatest sacrifice death on the battlefield. NOT Today not NO, I regain relentlessly my strength my will to battle. Mursha swings around again cracking into the ribs of one bandit and with her mightiest smash yet crushes the head of a bandit as easily as she could a melon....GLORIOUS!!!!! One more bandit frightently slashes at me not able to hit home with either swing. I stand there bloodied, heavily breathing, bones breaking but it is not over!!!! Thane at my side slashing and slicing upon these combatants and alleviating the pressure on me.. No pun intended, quite noble, he could've fled at any time but stood by my side ready to die together. I honor you Thane Belanor it was a privilege to fight alongside you today. After that thought one of the bandits blades hits home again piercing whatever is left inside me that is left to be pierced and all goes blank.....What a glorious day!!!
 
Alas I awoke in GlennHaven still intact, well mostly. Thane, Cayden and Jor were able to finish off the bandits, even incapacitating one of them and carrying them back along with myself in the wagon. I owe that prissy high elf an apology it was an honor to fight at his side, and fortune smiled upon me that day to have such a heroic comrade at my side. As for Jor and Cayden I can't say that I remember much since they were supporting from a distance and dealing with the enemy archers. I shall wear these scars with honor and remember this glorious battle for years to come!!!!
 
Finally I make a blood oath to see this carnival eradicated and burnt to the ground. I still have some Ogres that are awaiting their meeting with Mursha. I shall join Sir Ghest and his army and lend my Hammer to the war effort and await first word of ridding this carnival from our lands. But first I have a wedding to attend!