Today Par enacted his plan for wiping out the invading strikeforce. They lured them to a location with a bunch of thick, dense grasses that they had prepared earlier. The area was absolutely riddled with traps, and after stepping foot in that area they were surrounded. They couldn’t move or risk setting off a trap, and they couldn’t stay still or they would definitely die to magic or an arrow. They tried to flee almost immediately, but the ents and many of Whisperers followers prevented them from doing that by tying their legs up with the grass. A couple of the most powerful mages did escape, simply because they could teleport, but the rest were slaughtered.

Unfortunately they were unable to take prisoners, the area had too many traps to safely navigate, especially with a prisoner. So they weren't able to question them, but there were fewer survivors than fingers on my hand, so a pretty solid win nonetheless.

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Nothing to say about refining except the fact that I got up to sixteen today.

In the evening there was a minor celebration, nothing too fancy just a barbeque with some nice spices bought from Pearlhold.

During the celebration Par remarked that it was odd that Pearlhold hadn’t been targeted by a serious reclamation force. Noone is quite sure why that is, though the general consensus was that there is some politics going on that none of us know about.

After the celebration i spent time with Talus, listening to her talk about pretty much everything from childhood crushes to her latest improvement with fire. After a while we retired to our bed.