Tolta, 17th of The Amber Cold, 1324 :: These past few days have been rather eventfull. I will start by talking about the events that lead up to destruction of Wraths clutch. Me and a few of the gaurd’s thought it might be a good idea to spy on the undead. While there, we found out that the undead planned to leave Wraths’s Clutch. We immediately passed this information on to the Lord Marshall. We then gathered a large force and waited for the Wardens signal. They sent word for us to atack and we did in full force. The battle was long and hard and I must’ve killed around 100 undead minions. Alas I was not to end the day without a large wound, for as I was climbing a tower I was hit bit lightning. After that point, I could remember nothing. Monks had once again saved me from death . I wandered about untill I remembered what had happend. I quickly rushed to the battlefield and once again aided in the battle. The day was won, but not before I found a “little” loot in the area. The elves claimed the fort, although it was the Dwarves who did all the work. After the fort was claimed, I returned home to find the victory party. There was none. I then found the king and realised I now had the money to buy my first real home. This new home is where I am currently writing this journal from. After I had bought my home, I slept. When I awoke, I had several problems to deal with. These matters cannot be writen about, do to what they pertain to. The rest you already know most likely. The new ruler of Oren. The rebellions. But all of this (like I said before) you already know. I am tired now, so I suppose I will sleep. Goodnight.