We were attacked today. The same group of slavers that attacked us last time came, this time in a much bigger force.

Long story short, we destroyed them.

Tiddol was on top of her game, keeping large chunks of the enemies out of the fight using various tricks and traps. Thes let himself succumb to his rage, drawing fire from their mages and archers while occupying many of their front line. Par and his tribe cut off all their avenues of escape, cutting down all those that tried while harassing the back. I focused on keeping everyone healed up.

The real heavy hitters were our mages, Mest, Talus, Willow, and the Ents. Every spell ended in at least one casualty, and most ended in several. Mest and the Ents casting a wide range of offensive magic, while Willow caused lightning to strike with pinpoint accuracy, while Talus, almost gleeful, darted across the battlefield, burning slavers with her fire.

At one point Talus got herself surrounded, she couldn't escape. In a moment of desperation, I lashed out with my grove, roots sprung from the ground, pulling her assailants into the ground, immobilizing them and allowing her to escape.

No one escaped, and out of their entire force only around thirty survived, all of them because either Tiddol or I took them out of the fight completely without killing them. It was agreed upon that the strongest of them would join Par’s tribe as slaves themselves, while the rest would be sold in the city along with anything pilfered off the corpses.

I know for a fact that I caused the deaths of many of them, possibly all of them depending on how you think about it, but it doesn’t really affect me the same way it did last time, I think the fact that I didn’t actually kill anyone myself has a big part in that.

Overall, it was intense and exciting. I remember why I enjoyed sparring with the goblins through my puppets. Speaking of, I haven’t made a puppet in awhile, I should try that tomorrow.

I think tonight is going to be just as intense and exciting.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.