Today Par’s fears came true. Those people his tribe had been watching spontaneously attacked us. They were slavers as I found out after the fact.

We managed to fight them off, the only ones they managed to kill or capture were goblins. It’s still a tragedy, but not nearly as bad as if Par or Tiddol got captured. It was scary, though not quite terrifying, it was all I could do to keep them away from me with my puppet. And even then the puppet was almost completely destroyed by the end, I'd never seen it splintered away so badly.

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I’m not too sure what happened during the fighting, but after the fact, everyone had injuries of some kind. Tiddol and Mest were able to stop most of the injuries from bleeding out, but not enough for them to recover. After that fight, I focused on healing everyone I could. Willow first, as I hate to see the child suffer, then Tiddol so she could better heal others, and then the rest in no particular order.

I’m. I think I'm going to go to sleep now. I need time to process.