Editing Stranded in fantasy (section)

===Journal Entry 162===

We took Fort Barrason without lifting a weapon.  Only a small force was occupying it by the time we arrived and they surrendered when they saw us coming.  According to the fort commander, their numbers have been dwindling over the course of the month, a handful recalled here and there and the last week, it's been one or two soldiers at a time until all contact with the city was cut off four days ago.  He doesn't know what's going on with the undead other than orders to not attack them and treat them as any other Wolflake soldier.  We can see the city from here.  Large smoke clouds billowing from several spots hidden behind the massive walls.  We have our cavalry archers out poking at the massed undead force at the gates.  In the meantime, us Terrans have scoured the camp and have been making some more bombs.  We have enough for 3 catapult bombs.  Avery went and blessed the shrapnel we were putting in them.  I don't know if that will actually work and neither does she, but it's worth a shot.