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The Poacher’s Journal

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(This rough leather-bound journal is next to the corpse of an Oghra poacher.)

DAY 1
Lots ‘o animals down planetside, like big furry sacks ‘o money waitin’ to be shot, killed, ‘n skinned. Plenty ‘o hides, furs, ‘n ivory to be had. By the Code, we’ll be rich when we’re through with this haul.

DAY 3
Plu’Tha got drug off last night. Not sure what got ‘im, but it weren’t pretty what we found in the grass when the sun come up. Couldn’t tell if it were really Plu’Tha or not… weren’t enough of him left. He’s gone all the same.

DAY 5
Lost another one, this time that fathead Higa. Probably fell asleep on guard duty. Serves the lout right. None of the Grund’re gonna sleep on watch after this!

DAY 6
They come out of the grass after dark, like ghosts. Took Gizu off, one on each ‘o his legs. He screamed ‘n screamed. Was sorta funny, ’til the screams stopped and they come back lookin’ for someone else. We done some shootin’ but didn’t hit nothin’.

DAY 7
They ain’t natural, these pumera what come after us. Ain’t afraid ‘o guns… ain’t afraid ‘o nothin’. I keep tellin’ Hrogh we better get back to the Fat Molly and put this place behind us. Hrogh says I’m a yellow-back coward, he does. I’d cut ‘is ugly throat if I didn’t want ‘im ‘tween me and them pumera so much.

DAY 8
Just me ‘n Hrogh left now. Only place left to go is camp, but it’s a good haul to get there with them two demons after us. Them Dommie bastards are thick as flies ’round here. If we ain’t careful, the Draken’ll chop us to ribbons… if them bloody pumera don’t tear us up first.

DAY 9
Movin’ out after dark. Should be back at camp ‘fore long, then back to the Fat Molly. Hrogh’s got first watch. I’d stay up if I weren’t so tired. If Hrogh nods off, I’ll kill ‘is Grund arse and sneak back by myself.

(The Oghra’s journal ends abruptly.)

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Ullana Shadeleaf’s Diary

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(This small book is lovingly crafted from natural materials and smells faintly of flowers.)

And to think we came all the way from Arboria to this paradise, only to find the Dominion was here, too. Everything they touch is contaminated. All they hope to accomplish is antithetical to what is right and good.

I see no hope for Deradune as long as the Dominion’s roots delve so deeply into the fertile ground of the savannah.

It is the Draken, come to this place like demons of war, thirsty for blood. Dumb brutes. They know nothing of morality, nothing of their place in the natural cycle, nothing of the Weave that draws all living things together. They strive to kill all they encounter, finding glory in slaughter, waging war as a hobby.

How they disgust me!

Worse, my spies say the Draken have started a Great Hunt. The beasts of the savannah, even the most ferocious and deadly of them, stand no chance against a swarm of Draken hunters.

Some Draken may be killed – deservedly so – by the animals, but the savannah’s denizens will suffer nonetheless… all for sport… all for blood! It sickens me to think of such a thing!

Let us not forget the Chua, little fiends that they are. They, too, ply their technological cancer in Deradune, working in tandem with the horned devils in Bloodfire Village.

We must do what we can here, hoping we are not rooted out and brought to ground by our Dominion enemies. We can no more sit upon our tails and wait for the Dominion to leave than we can rise up against them in force and hope to drive them out.

No, ours must be a guerilla war, a conflict of quick strikes and hasty retreats.

[The entry ends.]