To begin with I found that recruiting for the endeavor was difficult. Under the glare of the Black Bride and Deathmaster Dwire I summoned the few forces to Hammerfall. Our allies from Korlkron and Blood Moon came to fill our numbers. I at once realized that this was going to be difficult as I'd no foresight as to who and what would join us. At fifteen strong we were prepared to fight and the Defilers sent us into the field.
Almost immediatley it was chaos for me. We weren't a full platoon so irregulares joined us who didn't speak our language. I was busy orgainzing fists as Drinn reminded me to give commands as well. As the blood spilled I found it hard in my battle lust to refer to maps and pay attention to my screaming hearthstone. As is usual, individual decisions won the day and despite my poor leadership our warriors prevailed. The battle moved swiftly and it was all we could do to manage an overall victory.
After having won several raids into the Basin and gaining the approval of the Black Bride, we assulted the Refugee Camp and slayed Sir Maximus Adams and all those in his presence. Utter victory was achieved in this, and all in our way saw Grim. With such raids in the future surely the war effort will be joined and won.
