Apendix XIIIL: Entmark

The Journal of Edint Rie

With the help of the goat herders we finnaly crossed over the harsh pass of the Little Spine we finall crossed the borders into Entmark, as the Hexmarkians call it. It truely is a beautiful land, rough green grass grows abounds and tiny yellow sparrows flit from brach to brach drinking from the red flowers. I am told that these are called Mud'we, or blood spirits (Often when refering to actual names Rie's journal reverts to the language of the land, I have tried to provide phonic equivalacies for these words.) and the birds as towenaar voël, or mage birds. They are odd names for such beutiful things. On our journey over the rough moutain trail we have lost many oxen and horses and we had feered the worst, but little Terin is doing better with the warmer weather, but if we don`t reach a settle ment soon we may loose him. With that in mind the expedition presses on. Apparently the Goat herds have told us of a small village close to here. We shall go and see if they have a healer of some sort.

year of the crab, new lunar, sixth day.

We treced along an old moutain road for most of the day. These hills certainly don't make it easy to get around. Aparently this village is called Aangee and lives growing olives for market and goats for milk and Meat. I see the young children running around and I have to admit I feel a little out of place. The people here are darker skined and have big lips. Thier hair grows short and waivy and they smell of goats. I shouldn't judge but I have seen a child drink directly from a goat. These people should be educated about the way of things, but then I supose thats why the Clerics from the small republic of Alistar are here. They may believe in a heathen god, but they seem like upstanding people and as I need thier help to continue my travels, I will forgive them. Little Terin is not doing much better, I hope we will be there soon.

The vilage is indeed small only consisting of a few huts. The tribal leader came out to greet us this morning, but we were mistaken. We were soon surrounded on all sides and the tribal leader with a waive of his hand set fire to the caravans. Luckly I was here and quickly calmed them, though it wasn't easy. Apparently they are a warrior people and to aproch s we did was a sign of war. I was able to convince them we ment them no harm by by laying down our arms. Unfortunatly this was a sign of great weakness and we about to be turned away when I asked about Terin. I have to admit it was Terin that realy saved our lives that day. For a simple people they seem to wield vast power. They alowed the wagons to stay where they were, and sent message to a nearby village named Bloedrooi that we have arived. Luckly I was able to convince them I was Terin's father and they alowed me to acopany them to a Dood Heks, or Death Witch. Needless to say I was a little woried at the time. They took me to a woman who was not unlike the oracles of Hexmark. She was old and Hargerd but she seemed to wield that same unbeliveable power that the Tribal elder did. She prepared rights and various other things I atribute to dark magic. I wanted to stop her, but I admit I was a little scared of the leanly muscled guards that were guarding me. I realised I would be dead before I drew my sword, and so would the caravan. I just hope Terin can forgive me. The whitch finnished and I saw he wield that power to heal the boy. It was odd, and wasn't nearly as affective as the Clerics power had been, but It did what theres could not. The boy regained consciousness.

As night fell I saw the warriors gurding us as the women prepared food to be shared comunicatively. Of course we were kept outside the village and could only look on. Terin actualy took food for the first time. Maby I was wrong about the witch. Aparently the village we are going to next is where the king of this land. Two guieds are to come in a few days to take us to thier king. I have to admit I'm very excited.

More to be translated soon.