You will not find Drevick on any map nor will you find it by foot or flight, it is only accessible during the springs first lunar cycle of every fiftieth year but still only those drawn by Drevicks promise will ever find the route. Several months prior to first lunar cycle of the fiftieth year my Lord obtained an extraordinary amulet with the marking “Within Drevick We Hold the Power”. My Lord bec
ame obsessive over the trinket, never letting it leave his person. Finally my Lord assembled an army with his 2 mostly loyal generals by his side, they marched through the Mountains of Mourn trying desperately to avoid detection from the Ogre Tribes. As we approached the Great Bastion My Lords army was attacked. First it was just a band of Gnoblars (the slave race that clings to the Ogres for protection) and our Knights charged them down but several fell folly to the crude steel traps the cunning little green skinned critters had laid in advance. The Gnoblars fled in every direction leaving our Knights out in the open when a crack like thunder shattered the quiet of the mountainous valley. I was later to learn that the sound was a volley of Leadbelcher guns though to call them guns is rather misleading as the weapons are in matter of fact cannons dangerously stuffed with broken swords, spears and any other suitable sized lump of metal. As you can imagine the Knights fell under the hail of metal and then the real attack commenced. Unfortunately I cannot record much of the battle other than the Ogres evidently won as I was hit by shrapnel from the Leadbelcher attack that knock me unconscious. Now a prisoner of the Ogres my journey continues as the Ogre Tyrant obsessively draws his tribe upon the same path my Lord had set upon towards Drevick. Though the Drevick amulet seems to be drawing the Ogre Tyrant onward he shows much more restraint to its pull leading me to theories that the amulet is of Warpstone creation hence the Ogres natural resistance is aiding my captors advance. Upon our journey the Ogre Tribe I am enslaved by has claimed yet another Drevick artifact from a Clan of Skaven. This time my captors have claimed a Standard and upon holding the Drevick Standard the Skaven emblem upon it reformed into the 2 crude fists that form the ogre tribes emblem. I awoke to the next morning to a sea of blood Ogre blood, how was it possible that I could sleep through such a slaughter. Each ogre seemed to have multiple arrows burrowed deep into their large frame, from the exquisite craftsmanship of the projectiles it was evident that the Ogres were ambushed by Wood Elves though I found it hard to believe why such a reclusive race would be set upon this mountain trail. Despite my new found freedom I still feel like a prisoner enslaved to continue my journey to Drevick, my thoughts of turning back vanish as I rub my thumb upon the elaborate golden ring upon my index finger. There is no turning back for “Within Drevick We Hold the Power” and that power will be mine, no army will stop me.
