11th of Last Seed 4E201
I have avenged the death of the hunter. I hope that her soul will find peace now. I killed two of them with my daggers, cutting their throats in their sleep, one of the other three woke up when I tripped over a stray mead bottle, and sounded the alarm. I drove both of my daggers into his chest before he could get to his weapon, then the other two came after me with screams of rage and hatred. I fought them, a few of their strikes wounding me. I stumbled, bleeding heavily, thinking I was going to die; then I remembered the protection that my ancestors gave me and called for their aid. Suddenly fire surrounded me, burning the bandits yet not harming me. They screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in agony as their flesh burned. The flames stopped, and only when I knew that they were dead did I drink a healing potion. I recovered my strength and looked around their camp for anything that I could salvage, finding many valuable items, and a few books with foodstained pages. I read them, and learned a spell to heal myself, a spell to send fire at my enemies, and another to cast lightning from my hands. I also found a few healing potions. I left the dead where they were and headed down the road, keeping an eye out for danger.