Journal 5

        We had our first two deaths in the colony.  Schett will be sorely missed as his antics were a source of amusement for the rest of us.  The cartographer, the first to get his mark, was found in the woods.  We mourned there loss and then moved on.  Such is life in the frontier.

 

        My next adventure was helping clear out the caves of cockatrice.  It got off to a disorganized start as none of us knew where we were going, but we found the entrance eventually.  Rain and Lucy went back to get the cart Rain forgot while we discussed how to proceed.  By the time they got back, we decided that the cart wasn't needed and we went in.  Some of the other unicorns were having trouble with their magic, but I was able to cast a light spell to illuminate the way.  We went deeper and came upon a cave that smelt sweet.  Hearing flapping noises, I shone the light upwards, and there were some fruitbats.  Startled, they flew away.  Deeper still, we came to even a larger cavern.  Hundreds, if not thousands, were in there and the light startled them.  They swarmed past us and knocked several down into holes.  I saw where Chinook went to, but lost track of the others.  We were separated.

 

        Eventually we decided on a direction and went to it.  Our reward was a screaming Silver Tongue attacking the cockatrice wildly with his eyes closed.  We hurt it, but it retreated.

 

Fuck it, I'm tired.  Long story short, we killed 2 and captured one.  Ikea tripped on the way out and knocked himself out.  A cockatrice is stuffed and is now a bitchin' conversation piece for the inn.  There might be 6 more down there, though, so another expedition is needed.