Lani's journal - Another servant of Kord

We waited for 2 days in the dark and damp cave for the poachers. We waited for 2 days, beside the rotting remains of a beast who tried to eat out friend, and amongst 7 caiman beast eggs. We waited for 2 days,l to finally hear quiet whispers from 3 different men who opened the door, then closed it, and finally tried to nail the door shut to trap us inside.
 
Once we heard the hammering on the closed door, Honorous valiantly tried to burst us out. The Lady was the one to free us, allowing us to follow them. We had questions, and we wanted to capture the poachers and learn more about their plans.
 
Rathari was the first to run outside, and concentrated on the wind. The 3 rogues we're rowing down the river, and we must capture them. I ran after them, finding a small spot in the water by the boat still tied by the door. Out came all our companions, one by one.
 
Jak suddenly showed up on the boat, and I created an ice storm above their rowing boat. I froze as I heard a chant coming from the boat. A chant of smiting and flame! Oh Sky Father, how do allow him to cast against your chosen? As my allies were left burnt by a searing flame pouring from the sky, I despaired. Is this other follower of Kord someone else who's life has been torn from him?
 
Then I heard another familiar chant, one that told about the glory of Kord and the might of his blinding light. Rathari was struck blind, and unable to shoot back at the three rowers, almost at the shore.
 
I see the three bandits spread out and continue to attack us. Mathilda is out of commission. Rathari is bravely holding on. Lady Seraphina is trying to defend Mathilda, but unable to take a stance against our enemies. Honorous suddenly walks to the shore, from the middle of the river. Their champion is waiting for a duel. The battle must be taken, and by Kord I will not fall here. My turn to smite with the Sky Father's flame, but the wrath behind that is mine. I turn to Jak, and let him know we will go forth. He is ready, and I cannot wait to stop those hymns from leaving other lips.
 
Across the water, it is not hard to fell the archer. With only two, and no longer the advantage of distance, we start to turn the tide. The Lady is finally able to cast, and relieves me of the burden of smiting the priest. He is blown by lightning into small pieces, and there is not a big enough piece to properly bury the bastard.
 
We turn out attention to Honorous, and quickly convince their champion to surrender. While we worry about what the implications are for these men, what unrest they have started, or war they have sowed, I worry about this other servant of Kord. Why him and not me? What kind of sick god would allow such a battle between his disciples and not intervene? This man may have been just like me - plucked from his life and made to serve. He should be buried, with the proper rites. He deserves that much. But for putting me in this position, I can only convey my disdain by leaving the flesh as carrion for the beasts. I walk to the where he fell, still wondering what kept my steps from being his. I spit, and let Kord know I refuse to play this part of his game. This man deserved more, and should not be left this way. I spit. It feels empty and useless. And I hope that the path that lies before me is different from the destruction that I see.