Chaos. It was pure chaos.
How did it come to this? Zando and the Bone man are dead, and tribe is watching us waiting for the God's know what to happen. Degotoga, my father, starts talking about a New Navali. Moving onwards and upwards to forge a new path in this world. My mother is confused as am I but everything seems to calm down. Then the Blood Warriors arrive.
We try to talk to them. Try to calm them down and then the Orcs turn up too! This doesn't look good. Again we try to talk to them to calm them down and it's working!
Then Buka....why Buka? Why did you set the Orcs on fire!!
We slaughter them all, adding their heads to the fire. It is a dark day for the Navali. Today we have lost too much and gained too little. The tribe is divided, those against us have given us the task of succeeding where Zando failed. A small light at the end of an ever darkening tunnel.
My mother is dead. Killed by Orcov. Daestrus's punishment for my fathers actions towards the Bone man. Her death lies squarely on the shoulders of my father. I hope he can see his errors and turn back before it is too late.
I bring the 4 survivors of the stone tribe into the fold. They will be the new Blood Warriors and will help us acquire the Moon Stone. It is time they swore their oaths and proved themselves worthy of the lives we spared.
Illuvens light rises slowly into the sky. My brothers and I are sat around the fire, talking about how we will find the stone when a stranger appears from the shadows. This man is.....strange. He glows like freshly drawn blood. He talks with strange words that I find hard to understand but it is clear this man know things.
He tells us where the stone is, tells us he will join us. I don't trust this Shadow Man. I will let him follow us on this journey and I will learn what I can of the Gods from him. For his sake, his honour had better be greater than that of my brothers.