Our Matriarch, most honorable Gwendolyn, has asked that I begin to keep a log of my missions. It is for this reason only that I write. I can’t imagine why it is necessary, or that anyone would take pleasure in reading my chicken scratch. I do not fancy myself much of a scribe nor story teller, but I will give it my best.
The journey to Sprucetuck was mostly uneventful. When Saxon and I reached the town, we were escorted directly to the head scientists laboratory. Glass beakers filled with strange colored liquids lined the walls. The air was thick with the smell of herbs.
Governor Graham of Sprucetuck met us in the laboratory and placed in our care eight cases of precious elixirs. Saxon made a vow to deliver the goods to Lockhaven without spilling a single drop. My goal was similar: To deliver the goods safely and win favor within the Mouse Guard. We left Sprucetuck before the sun began to set.
Not long after our departure, we were set upon by a group of bandits lead by Kegan the Brave. They believed themselves a band of altruistic thieves, claiming to need the elixir in our possession to keep their town alive during the coming winter months. I tried to convince them that if the elixir made it to Lockhaven, it would save many a mouse from death during the winter, including mice from his village. Alas, the villain would not budge in his demands, and we were forced to come to a compromise. Kegan expected no less than three of the eight cases, and in turn he would lend to us an honor guard led by Brandy, one of Kegan’s finest archers. Upon agreement, we parted ways.
Not long after we had left them, we heard behind us the approach of some creature running quickly through the underbrush. One of Kegan’s mice rushed toward us, panic and fear in his eyes. He informed us that the bandit group had been ambushed by weasels and that Kegan and his crew had been taken prisoner along with the goods they had taken from Saxon and I. At Brandy’s request we agreed to go back and help them. We left our cargo in the care of the two other mice who were our honor guard.
As we approached the weasel camp, a sudden and violent thunderstorm began. In the flashes of blinding white light I could see Kegan and is mice huddled and tied together in the center of the camp. The supplies were close by, as were two armored weasel guards. I could smell their stench even through the pouring rain.
Between flashes of lightning I stole toward the captives under cover of darkness. I finally reached them and quickly began to slice their bonds. I much have startled one of the mice, for he cried out, attracting the attention of the weasels. They set upon me and I was easily overtaken and tied up.
It was then that the ground beneath us began to rumble and shake. Leave it to a squad of stupid weasels to set up camp in a dried creek bed. I stared in horror as a wall of water hurtled over the tents and every creature was swept into the current. I tried my hardest to maintain what footing I could, pushing against rocks to keep the other mice and I from rushing down the stream. Water rushed over my head and I gasped for air when my snout broke the surface.
As lightning flashed above, I caught glimpses of Saxon battling a weasel warrior on a rock above the water’s surface. The two creatures battled fiercely, lightning glinting off Saxon’s mighty blade as he thrust again and again toward the weasel. Saxon stabbed the weasel and knocked the creature into the rushing torrent. The brave mouse was thrown off balance as a passing branch caught on the end of his cloak, wrenching his neck in a painful way.
Despite his injury, Saxon dove into the stream and pulled our half-drowned forms from the water. The supplies, unfortunately, had been swept down stream and were nowhere to be found. We waited out the storm and then traveled back to where we left our remaining cargo. The remainder of the journey was, thankfully, uneventful. The five cases we kept in our possession were delivered safely to Lockhaven.