22 Horisal 836
It has been eight days since we arrived at the first village that had been attacked by these boggin zombies. While headin in the direction we thought the hackit broomstick flyin person went we encountered tracks o’ another large group of boggin zombies. We suspected that the person we were followin had something to do with these unholy undead attackin the villages. The zombies seemed headed the same way, so we decided to cautiously follow. When gloaming was nigh upon us we spotted them ahead of us. As we circled around they spotted us and started towards us. While keepin our distance we rained bolts and magic on them and eventually engaged the last ones to put them to rest as well. Again these boggin bastards were led by the wights in some way. It is a canny thing our enemy has come up with to control these zombies. We camped after the fight and in the night Kent found Pjotr, who had crawled to our camp after he saw us takin out the zombies. He told us about him and his fellow scouts findin the probable enemy base o’ operations. And then nearly dyin trying to get away. He’d certainly been a jammy bastard that Pjotr. An interestin day and night it was.