It was a dark night, the moon was barely visible. I tried to figure out where I was but so many other things clouded my mind. How did I get here? Who was I? More importantly, what was I? I have a vauge memory of having longer legs. I was never this portly either. My beard itched.... did I always have a beard?
Enough! These thoughts were distracting me. I could hear Orcs in the distance. Just when I thought I'd lost them! I felt silly hiding from them, I'm not sure why.... With the weapons I had I could probably blow them back to whatever hell they were from.
I'd found the old flintlock pistol just 2 days ago. One of the first things I remember to be honest. It was rusted to hell sure, but easy to clean up. I seemed to have a knack for it. Anyway, some sulfur, charcoal and salpeter , which seemed remarkably easy to find helped to get me a mean weapon. I had spent a whole day filing down ammunition so that it flew well. Lead balls mostly, easy to extract from the rocks here.
I killed a rabbit with a single shot yesterday. I was ravenously hungry, just been living on berries and stuff. Anyway, this was the start of my troubles.... The Orcs heard the shot and were also tracking the same rabbit. I was still reloading my pistol when the first one was on me! He was big, but stupid, slow and clumsy. By the time he'd waved his axe in an overhead swing and finished belowing out a warcry I'd reloaded and shot him through the head. I swear it took a full minute for him to realise he was dead. Anyway I grabbed his axe a ran. There must've been at least ten of them.
Anyway, the bastards are still following me now. I keep running circles around them but they keep re-discovering my scent somehow. I swear I've heard wolves in their camp at night.
I wonder if I could fight them? Should I try? Is there anybody else out there?
Damn I wish I could remember something....
