The Light that Burns.

Sir Cuchulainn, Falcon of Mercinaeto Everyone

Would like you all to know that a blow was struck against the forces of darkness this day.

A party consisting of Giliad, Tipsy, Exeter, and myself killed the Black Sun, then killed him again when he resurrected on us.

We then offered his foul-smelling carcass to the great Lord Apollo. We trust the time spent licking his wounds will be long.

We continued on to the Great Goblin's chamber, and brought swift death to the chieftain and his guards.

As we left the Goblin Town we were ambushed by a large group of orc guards. I escaped with my life, but Tipsy, Giliad, and Exeter all gave their lives for the cause of the Light.

We must not rest until the goblin hordes are beaten back into their burrows for good.

So let all who serve Light rise to the occasion now.

For the Light that burns evil

Sir Cuchulainn, Falcon of Mercinae

Written by my hand on the 22nd of Mournsend, in the year 993.