The Daedra have broken through our line. What’s worse is they’re beyond the traps on our northern flank, rendering them useless to us as a defense. Nianatara has pulled us back and activated what traps remain of use to the south, but we are forced southeast now. Any farther and we will be cut off from both resupply and reinforcements.
Fireballs crashed through the undergrowth into our midst this morning. It doesn’t bode well for our hopes that there are no expressionists among the Daedra, but there were only three and then silence. What else do they have in store?
It would seem that they’re relying heavily on their numbers to win out, which it seems is increasingly probable. The stench of them is overwhelming now, both alive and dead. Any closer and the fighting will be within sight of Nianatara’s command.
Timber came to check on me today and fell asleep next to me. She’s transformed in the last few days; she looks taller, leaner. She’s becoming the woman and shedding the child. The weight of the killing is there on her, but it is overwhelmed at present by the satisfaction of coming into her own. I hope that balance doesn’t swing soon. Coming to terms with what we are is a costly battle that I pray she doesn’t enter into any time soon.
We need to find her a better sword than the Klotian blade she carries.
More fighting nearby. It sounds close, to the south. If they’ve broken through the line of traps there too, we will be outflanked.