(Valya's book is less organized than usual in this section. Where he mostly writes about his life it seems that some parts of these entries are interrupted with short hand notes, or perhaps the notes are interrupted with little details of his life.)
We spent a night in the fog. The high concentration of magic made it easy to cloak a small team and rout a patrol. A fair fight is impossible so an unfair one is what we will take. Kernels of local folklore gave us an incredible edge, and I'll need to thank Belle for her effort in turning those troops. I hardly did a thing yet we were more than successful.
Something strange is happening in the city. I have strange dreams, like the war has penetrated my mind so completely, its impossible to dream of anything else. There are sacred murders happening here, it is a ritual, the eye of Ulmyr gives us a look into the dark depth of the caged city, now what are we to do? if Maligant steps into the trap we are only closer to oblivion....
Hours of fire rain on the city. The angry god of war and slaughter kills innocents. Its hard not to hate him with all of my being. Cease your screaming foul wretch! My teacher is inside those walls! We visited a barracks and started a fire of our own. Who knows if it did any good.
Soon it is the 15th, full moon, I will have business to take care of. I don't feel prepared, there are hardly any gods left, one of them save my soul.