[alexti]

After converting the barbarians into the true faith, our party kept advancing along the coast. The land went down and down, the fine evergreen forests have gradually changed into oaks and maples which in their turn got replaced by rain forests. Tremendous heat and foul vapors started to take their toll. For months our party has not met a living soul and finally Tjodvig the Jarl stopped, turned to ice peaks on the left, looked at the thousand feet cliffs mounting behind the forest and then he told to his soldiers: "We are going up before the heat kills us. Many would say that the climb is impossible, but we'll do it!"

Few weeks have passed and though the climb was hard, Jotuns feel invigorated and the spirits were rising. But as they reached the final vertical wall they saw few strange warriors throwing stones at them. Being at such disadvantegous position Tjodvig has commanded retreat. A council has been taken and it was decided to continue along the high ridge running parallel to the seashore. After the long travel the ridge went on decline, and the land became more habitable. Finally, our party came to the place where the strange warriors with the spiders were fighting against something remotely resembling lobsters. Jotuns did their best to prevent bloodshed and convince fighting sides to resolve their conflict peacefully, but unfortunately both armies has fled when the Jotuns approached them trying to start negotiations.

This unfortunate misunderstanding has been brought to our attention, and therefore since now, only persons of smaller size shall be recruited as missionaries.