Getting bored one day, I decided to come back and make a map on stronghold. So hope you guys like it, and have as much fun playing it as I have making it.
Some day... I lost track.
I fear, that this will be one of my last entries in this journal, for, I am becoming to weak to hold the charcoal I use for my pencil... For weeks now, the small band of men I have been traveling with, have been heading south towards the mountains and eventually, the sea. Everyone has been feeding off the scraps of meat they can salvage from old rotting carcasses we have found along the way. Some members of the group have taken I'll from this sort of feeding and I fear they will not make the trip. Some of the men in their ravage hunger, are looking at the sick with a glint in their eye like they're looking at a possible dinner, I've seen mothers look at their children (Those who've made it.) like they're thinking of eating them right then and there. The only reason they stay their teeth is that they fear they may catch the sickness that the weak carry, but this "Obstacle" for them is slowly wearing down, I see them eyeing the sick, waiting for a time to feast. I'm not sure it would be the right thing to do, but right now, if anything, anything, eases this constant pain in my stomach I am willing, no, more than willing to take it....