Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

==Journal Entry 257==

We've begun a campaign of guerrilla warfare against the barbarians.  We've figured out where their supplies have been coming from, several roaming camps that have been looting the outlaying farmsteads and hunting parties.  They resupply at a main supply camp where the women and children are, and then that gets sent to the war party sieging the city after they treat it.  If only we had the cover of a forest to work with.  The plains make our maneuvering much more difficult.  We move at night.  Our first target was one of the hunting parties, camping out in the foothills.  We caught sight of them entering the area and then the illumination of their camp fire.  We snuck in.  They were a band of 3, armed with bows, javelins, and a series of knives and on one man watches.  We got in close enough without them detecting anything, that alone took awhile.  Once I got in range, I dominated the one on guard duty and had him bring us the weapons of the others while Jason and Marcus went in to kill the two in their sleep with their blades.  I could have had the captive kill his compatriots, but killing one might wake the other and cause unnecessary complications.  I tore through my captive's mind looking tactical information and for a reason as to why they had become violent like this.  I was half expecting to see reasons similar to the Orcs of Wolflake, but no.  Their warrior culture started breeding contempt for anyone that wasn't them until it was perfectly fine and preferred in their culture to kill any non tribe members.  Hence, they aren't tribals, they're barbarians.  I purged the captive, we looted them for anything we could use and headed back to our hideout.  They were on foot unfortunately, so no horses to steal.