Arrows and darts whistle their song looking for flesh to lurk in, giving in return pain and death, we go deeper and deeper into this forest of evil apparitions and dangerous temptations.
My troops work hard hoping this will end soon, the night creatures force them out every time the mercenary troops enter, they come out arguing giant wolves, deadly spiders, some claim to have been attacked by organized goblins... we all know these creatures are dangerous if you come unarmed, but the veterans brought armor from the times of the great wars, none of them should suffer a scratch from the rusty blades or sticks these little guys use, I suspect lies about that.
The battle has been going on for five days, what would have been a simple attack and taking of trophies in the name of justice has turned into a quagmire of blood and bodies, they take their fallen with them so we can't verify exactly who they are, and ours this damned forest has rooted them out just hours after their deaths, this letter is to ask for reinforcements to all commandos belonging to the Wolf Guild, the elves are killing us on both fronts.
This information will be coded, but it is true, the first day they made them go to set fire to the mushroom forest, the trunks are very wet, so we could not set the flames from afar with flaming arrows, some of our people are mages, not very high level, but in the raids we did not need more, they threw fireballs, lightning and at the end insults, But the wood (if you can call those mushroom trunks flames) didn't ignite at all, then they sent us to cut those trunks, the axes didn't find much resistance, in less than five minutes I had already cut half of the trunk, then an arrow came from I don't know where and went straight into my shoulder, I hadn't let go of the scream of pain and impression when the second arrow made my other arm useless. .. I was the one who came out better, a wolf came out and tore the throat of another one of us, a spear ended the life of a third, I was already running and didn't notice how the rest died, when I got to cover, only I was left.
They healed my wounds, at night they made a last attempt, this time elves came with their scrolls, ten of our mages, they are not level 4 in magic, but I have seen them destroy whole troops of enemies, they know that magic does not work here, so they dedicated themselves to put up shields, increase the power of our weapons and even left prepared healing spells for all, we looked unbeatable.
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As soon as we entered about twenty meters, the light of the torches lost its intensity, the whole place breathed a contained menace, like the growl of a beast you came very close to, suddenly it was chaos, shadows that only seemed to take the form of beings with glowing eyes, bows pointing and everything, We were not impressed, the mages and elves attacked wherever they saw, but something unpleasant awaited us, some brought shields, breastplates and helmets of a gray material that I thought was bronze. .. At the moment of impact, the magic, as destructive as it looked, vanished, and at that moment they responded with their arrows.
Although their attack was accurate, we discovered some flaws that I will tell you about, all from something accidental: an arrow shot more out of desperation than anything else landed in the head of one of them, I can assure you that the bark let it pass and that thing that attacked us died like ours, so we tried to get out, some animals attacked us in the retreat (say what they say, but killing one of them, losing six soldiers, two mages and all the damn blood elves that I stopped seeing just as the fight began . ... does not sound like a good raid to me.
When I could, I grabbed as many supplies as I could fit into my pack and the horse of one of the pompous leaders, not being able to use the roads for fear that the Bloody Coin mercenaries would see me and according to their custom 'eliminate the weak', I detoured a few miles into the edge of the forest, an hour east I found a small tavern, here I sat down to write the report.
More than a tavern it is a brothel, there are a couple of women and men who constantly insinuate themselves, it's a pity I didn't bring money because they are but when hot, in desperation I offered them the food I brought, but they said it was not necessary, I think they were paid by those bloodthirsty elves (I don't feel so bad if they are doing this to comfort us), I chose the waitress, a hot woman with big breasts who smiles at me with an amused grin, almost mischievous, as soon as I leave here tomorrow I will bring the note, everyone should come, these women are for all tastes.
“ A happy man says goodbye.”
The note is read, some notes are changed to eliminate armor weaknesses, the dark elves are informed of the absence of elves in this raid, they must try to enter the Alcazar. Unfortunately, without competent blacksmiths, it will take some time before they can offer protection beyond magic, in the end, the lady of the succubi is given the sealed delivery with a smile, the charm applied to the bastard, the rest of the men and women who defected end up in one of the brothels that Lilith established would last long enough to speak wonders of the place, to bring deserters, after all, they need to escape the horrors of the war against the dark elves and we lack food.