Entry 17:

Today I went over to the local trading outpost to get some fish, and gave them my iron in return for twenty small tunas. It should last me until next week.

Entry 18:

The Waytil authorities came over to my house and beheaded my horse since I accidentally forgot to take off my boots after going mining the other day. I found his body by digging around the execution area after I noticed he was gone since that is where they usually do their executions. I found the head and body of the horse covered with flies. I was out mining when it happened, trying to work for the little money it gave me. I thought of moving to the city of Moria, but that is on the other side of the world. I have heard stories of people who have ventured there and became rich and engrossed in the landscape. Perhaps I can find a boat there. Waytil is an awful place to live to us citizens.

Entry 19:

I got a note nailed to my house that read "Hello, you probably don't know who I am, but I saw your horse get executed on the hill the other day. I feel remorse, it happened to mine too, and I was also subjected to being water boarded and used as a lab rat for the chemicals they have. Since then, I have joined the WPM or the Waytil People Military. We are hoping to overthrow the religious ratfaces in charge of Waytil, and bring what the sea wanted; not an overly thick-skulled interpretation of the sea's grace. Please join us, Waytil can't survive like this. If you want to join us, you can find out temporary base at the building opposite of the bakery."

Entry 20:

After reading the note several times, I decided to join them. Not to be caught, I traveled at night and found the house grimly lit with dark figures inside. I walked in and saw a dozen people talking. When the door squeaked open, a lot of them jumped back, frightened by my presence. "Hello," I said in a low, tone voice. I didn't know if this was set up by the enforcers of Waytil to catch me or us. A figure, standing in front of a blue, black, and white banner patted me on the shoulder, and handed me a sword and bow. "You know how to fight?" They asked. I nervously replied "No... Is there any training?" "Not at the moment. We are going out tonight to take down the justice department. It is a dangerous mission, and I don't want anyone to die due to lack of training." Another voice said, "The moon is at its peak, let's go out." "See you later, if you want to make yourself useful you can try getting rid of the evidence from this house." then, in a single file line, they walked out. They walked towards the justice building, on the other side of the town. I looked around the house and noticed that sometime between me entering and them leaving, the lights went out. In the lack of light, I looked around trying to find something I could use to sweep. I then noticed a door to the attic, illuminated by the moon's light. I went up and found a stockpile of TNT, and saw the banner again. I started sweeping with a broom I found, and while doing so I could periodically hear explosions, and the sound of people screaming and gagging for air.

It was morning, and I heard a voice different from the usual announce everyone to gather up at the center of town. I was happy to say the least, I thought we won the battle last night, but from what I saw, it was the opposite. Four of the soldiers masked, were kneeling on a platform. I realized that we lost the battle, and the announcement was going to include their death. After giving a speech about the horrible acts, the soldiers committed, a speech about the sea's laws, and how Waytil would always respect them, I heard a whisper, and I saw the executioners raise their swords. "Oh god", I heard a voice next to me say. The swords lowered on the fighter's necks, cutting them clean. Their heads fell, and blood rushed out of their necks. Then, one of the executioners looked at me, grinning. Everyone left, some people were crying.