I always ran. When my former master found what I was doing I had to flee. I wonder how the others back home are doing. Do they still talk about me? I don’t suppose I’ll find out now.

When we met the drow in the cave we ran again. I knew those three, they were my friends. Maybe we could have helped them. Maybe not. They say you shouldn’t dwell on this things but I can’t help it.

One by one I witness those poor miners being cut down. My companions Ulric and Alton. I turn to escape before I stop myself. No, not this time. I draw my bow and fire, hitting my mark. I try to draw again but the beast turns towards me. He swings…

The world begins to grow dark. In the distance I hear Flynn taunting the beast. It won’t last long between him and Esteem. I smile. They’re a good group. I feel like if anyone can get to the bottom of this it’s them. I just wish I could have seen it through with them. They’ll be fine though, they’re strong.

I don’t know for certain where I will go from here. However I am certain of one thing.
I will not run.

Tonight we lost more comrades at the hands of the giants. I am deeply saddened by this, especially at the loss of our friend Elwyn. However, this has only served to strengthen my resolve. We are all prepared to lay down our lives to help each other defeat our enemies. The giants have shown us no mercy, so they shall receive none from me.

A sad day has befallen us all. In our attempt to free the slaves in the crystal mines, we lost not only every slave but also our friend and comrade Elwyn Amell. Our intentions were noble but we were outmatched by the strength of the Ettin in charge of the mine and his Ogre lackeys. I have failed in my duty to my friends and to the resistance, but we will endure and we will end the tyranny that the giants have imposed upon these lands and its people!

“We were a proud people once. And someday we will be again.” Elwyn had lost count the number of times his father had spoken this words. In the old kingdom his father had been the captain of the king’s guard. Now he washed the dishes of his new masters. He had hoped to instruct his son in the ways of combat, swords and bows, but in their current circumstances limited this.

Elwyn however had been gaining other skills. One learns to be quiet serving giants and to be quick with one’s hands. How to remain unnoticed when crossing a room to silently fill your masters goblet. To many of the giants he served Elwyn was their best-treated servant simply by virtue of the fact most simply didn’t remember he was most of the time.

It had started simply enough. Elwyn’s mother had taken ill and needed medicine kept by their master. A small sleeping draught in his goblet and a visit to his stores and it was theirs. Then their neighbor broke his arm, his family couldn’t eat. Their healer needed bandages. Winter approached and the new slaves had no coats. Soon every slave in their settlement begin to whisper praises of their new hidden ally. To them, there was no way the giants could take this hope away from them. How Elwyn wishes they were right…

Our clan elders were not on the best terms with Zaltan, but we could not ignore the call of war. I enlisted in the allied forces with the goal of distinguishing myself in battle and returning to my village victorious. There were many good battles, but our numbers dwindled with each passing month. One night we were ambushed and overwhelmed. Most of our comrades were killed. Those that survived were taken prisoner. I was one of those “fortunate” souls.
The working conditions and treatment I received in the mines were horrible, and my sour attitude didn’t help. But I did as I was told because I witnessed the fate of those who didn’t. I nearly died when the mine caved in, but the giants must have really needed the shipment of ore that was to go out. I was rescued, only to be sent off to another mine.
There is no glory in being a slave. I want revenge for my fallen comrades and to return home, but not without the glory I desire. I’m not smart, but I know this can’t be done alone.