Lundar's Library

Day 262, Year 537 of the Ascendancy

It was a massacre today in the Orga Camp. Orga
Warlocks were everywhere, and exiles were falling left and right… but
I am getting ahead of myself. Today, as I stepped out of the library, I
heard a cry for help in the Orga Camp. It seemed that a party of exiles
had managed to get wiped out in OC 2, and now the few remaining
survivors were pleading for help. I rushed through the woods straight
away towards the Orga Camp. When I reached the camp, there were all
manner of exiles who had come to rescue the lost party.

We all waited there for a few minutes, waiting for
more exiles to arrive. Then we began to pour into OC 2. At first, the
rescue went awry. All the exiles that set foot into OC 2 were instantly
beseiged by lightning bolts from all directions. Even I accidentally
slipped into OC 2, and was instantly toasted. Gradually, however, we
exiles grew smarter, and sent in only the most strongest of exiles. One
by one, the fallen were chained out of OC 2, into OC 1, where a pool of
healers awaited to heal them. Soon, most of us were up, and only a few
exiles remained fallen in OC 2. This was when our party began to grow
cocky. With all the raised exiles, it was decided, against Tarf’s
wishes, that they would all storm OC 2 in one swift raid. Tarf, who had
departed twice from OC 2 already, and single handedly chained out
countless exiles, was enraged. Tarf left Orga Camp in a huff, to let
exiles fall on their own account. And fall they did. One by one, the
raiding party was hit by lightning, and decimated. Hours of work were
ruined in just a few minutes. Eventually though, most of the exiles
were again dragged out of OC 2 to be healed, but many ended up
departing. So let this be a lesson to all who take the Orga Camp
lightly.