A Journal by Unknown
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JOURNAL by unknown
Day 17 -- Everyone is overjoyed that we have actually reached the northern marches, including myself. I look forward to setting camp and finding treasure! Day 22 -- We were forced to kill a pair of wolves near the encampment. Day 28 -- The men are upset that no gold hath been found... However, I remain confident of our venture. Day 40 -- Finding more wolves than gold. Day 41 -- Gold. At last!
Day 45 -- Women and
children are finding gold
nuggets. How exciting!
This is fabulous! 'Tis
finally paying.
Day 69 -- More have
been eaten alive. Wolves.
More wolves. Men
behaving like wolves.
Worse than wolves. They
are after our gold. For
them, life is suddenly
worthless. How could they
value a nugget more than
its true worth?
Day 108 -- No one can
be trusted. Who will be
the next target?
Hopefully, I will survive
and my gold will not be
stolen.
Day 121 -- Something
horrible happened to
Hamlin. He was found
with his throat slit and,
of course, his gold was
missing. This worthless
gold that he hath
painstakingly gathered
killed him. So, this is
what it hath come to...
Goldthirsty and
bloodthirsty bastards.
Day 127 -- I have finally found a vein of gold, from whence I retrieved a small quantity with my pick. Day 148-149 -- I lay awake on my bedroll all night until dawn, cannot seem to be able to sleep. Too many angry thoughts disturbing my mind. At daybreak, I rose in a state of exhaustion. Day 167 -- More men are fighting amongst themselves. I am so weary. Is this what I wanted? The encampment is split into factions. Now, I will cease writing and rest by the fire, gathering much needed strength for tomorrow. Day 183 -- Draygan betrayed us. Who would have thought it? I think bitterly of his treachery. The ship is burnt. We are doomed. The howling is getting closer...