Moraug's Journal

Battling Kaiju spawn has made me me complacent it seems, grandfather. Even the smaller one are still bigger targets. Or perhaps the creatures we're fighting are more than they appear. A headless opponent isn't something I could of expected to fight, despite all your tales, all my usual tactics are failing me which just means I need to remember everything you taught me. I must be like the wild, adapt, evolve, overcome. I do not fear death but I do fear not living up to your stories, so I can't fall here nor can I allow my new adventuring party fall either, not a -single one of them-.  My headbutt has failed me but perhaps I can aim for the chest next time.

I find my mind wandering as I write these in the moment, I try to remember your lessons, your stories, but this place it seems to have a mind of it's own. The fog, the idols, something is wrong here but can it be saved from this fate? We were told that our new friend, Adelbert, his home may be suffering the same fate as this forest. It is not right for nature to warp like this, to be consumed by whatever malevolence this is. I feel my blood boil at the very thought of this being done by -anyone-, it's making it so hard to focus, grandfather, but perhaps that is exactly what I need to do to overcome this foe. I've missed four, five, six attacks and I cannot tell if my own skill is failing me, if my opponent is simply more skilled or if there is some magic at work here.

But what is the point of all this? Why am I standing here with these thoughts racing through my mind of what is, what could be and what will be? None of that matters, the only thing that matters is that there is a foe standing before me who wants to claim my life, it wants to claim the land, warp it, consume it, this is not a time for thinking, it is not a time for turning myself in circles inside my own mind over and over it is a time for -fighting-. This fight will end with my death or theirs, that is nature, that is what is -right-.

Grandfather, should these be my last thoughts, I pray that you know my final moments were fighting in honor of all you have taught me, it was in honor of protecting the land and it was from the runt covered in scales shunned by most but never you. My foe advances and so must I, while I yet have strength to swing my weapon, I will NOT fall!