Inthralling

In case you were wondering (as I would be if I were reading this journal instead of writing it) thralls (that being people enslaved by magic) are not affected by normal anti magical things (despite again being enslaved BY magic).  The magic in this case is more for an initial mind break, and less a prolonged effect, so slapping shackles or having the buggers be inside an anti magical tomb would not return them to their senses, because their sesnse are long gone. So with that explination out of the way let me just not talk about what happened in that tomb... Kidding kidding, sheesh learn to take a joke non existant reader of my personal journal hopefully while I'm still alive... MOVING ON!

The door I was hiding behind was not so slowly having more holes put into it than my normal explinations of things happening (ha self burn).  I had little over ten bullets left (look when I had killed the Red Hand people earlier I hadn't been a conservationist), and my sword.  The thralls did not have the hang ups of their masters and were using rifles and other weaponry (probably taken from the rebels).  Also in the back of my mind was "What had happened to Davan?" And "I wish Toneron was here." That last one I don't exactly know why, I mean he hadn't ever directly helped me kill anything before, but I guess just so I could yell at him for leading me to this situation in the first place would have been nice.

The door got smashed open, I was standing to the right of it and chopped the head off the first thrall through (why waste a bullet when he's going to line right up for that).  I had my sword in left hand and my pistol in my right (so like how I normally do magic except magic in this case was my pistol, which in a way is kind of a nice allegory for whats happ... NEVERMIND). I cross the threshold to where the door used to be (because when they just shot through it, great idea to step into their line of fire).  Another thrall had been advancing through the door and I impaled him with my sword and used him as a sort of body shield against the incoming fire, shooting beyond him to the other thralls that had taken up firing positions (it was brilliant and completely accidental, err I mean I meant to do that totally).  There had been six thralls remaining (so eight total including the two I'd killed with my sword) and thankfully because they are thralls and not really genius's they were easy to dispatch while remaining safe behind my body shield. His six friends dead and body riddled with holes I tossed the corpse aside and reloaded my pistol (which caused me to look down while I did it) when I looked back up there was another judge holding a blade to Prince Davan's throat, the young man did not look great (his leg wound was ugly, with the bone almost poking out).

"Drop the gun and step over to me." I hate when people assume things about me.  I also hate being stuck on an island, I'm running on empty here, I've eaten everything there is to eat here (tree bark, some bugs, small slithery creature that got overly bbq'd).  So this is all you get from me today until I find real food.  YES YOU SUFFER TOO!