Oliver Crowley's Log Book

[ZeeMan_/Pillzberry 36]

*everything is written in script*

Day 1.

          This is what happens when I go on a trip unarmed. I never go by myself and be unarmed, heavens no. I'd be a bloody maniac if I did. But the first day I did not, I was captured. I am currently jailed in the facilities of an Orcish encampment, I have no idea where this is, what it is, all I know, is that I am underground, its dark, and I'm stuck in a god forbidden cell. All I have, is three stone walls, one of the four being thick metal bars, by testing it with my current knowledge it is Cobalt, therefore I can not break out. I have a bed suspended from the stone ground that is entirely made of wood. I do not even have a facility, so I am just picked a corner of the cell and...well you know the rest. I don't think I'm getting anything to eat today either. I just hope they don't drag me out and keep me as a slave.

 

Day 2.

          Well, its day two. My back is aching severly from that bloody bed. The orcs finally brought something for me to eat and I was disgusted at what they gave me. It was a blackish mixture of what appeared to be; corn, spinach, over cooked and over-aged shredded pork, blackened beans, and some brown liquid. It tasted like absolute **** and I think they believe I'm a swine because what they practicly gave me was slop.

 

Day 3.

         The orcs found aClaymore that hidden behind a small wall in the cell. After they took it they dragged me out of the cell and gave me a new one, this one was about the same but a hell of a lot smaller, oh and I got a cellmate. An eight foot tall troll. This is amazing, still wish I had that claymore.

 

Week 8.

          *blood smears all over this page, rendering it unreadable*

 

Week 20.

          *the writing becomes a bit shakey and less in script* Things are getting a little nutty around here. They stopped giving me that "slop" so i ended up eating my cellmate alive. I'm leaving tally marks on all the walls in blood stains from the troll. Well this- *the writing cuts off with blood smears*

 

Month 2.

         The orcs finally gave back my logbook. I am continuing to mark my days in this prison, I was so close to getting out, then I was given another god damn month. Who knows how this one is going to go, I also saw my Claymore in the back with the warden, starting to plan an escape.

 

Month 3.

           I have the plan now. Begin to pick away at the stone walls with a metal rod that I found in the floor. Dig to the area where the lock is and break it off the wall which should open my cell. Rush in, get my Claymore and kill the warden. Then rush through and kill all the greenskins and blast my way out. Free any other prisoners who I think should be let out and kill any other guards. Finally find a way out and rush out of the encampment, I hope this goes well.

 

Current. ((yet to come))

((the logbook would have been found near the human capitol))

[Lark 2227]

Lark Steelwall laughs in the Seven Skies, "Weren't yeh a quarter uruk or sumtin'? Ah wonder if they'll find yeh scars I left yeh! Hah."

[ZeeMan_/Pillzberry 36]

"Fer some reason I am feelin' teh need teh break Lark's neck when I get outta 'ere." *Oliver says as he puts another blood tally on the wall*

[Eddywilson2 2117]

Tarcell looks around for his good friend. It had been a while since he had last seen Oli so be decided to head up to the mountains where he stayed. Traveling up the mountains, Tarcell found his tent untouched for several months. His weapons were still there as well which was strange. Oli never left without them. Perhaps he would take a look around for where his friend could be.

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.