If I had wanted volcanic activity, I would have made my home near one. Consequently, this is not the beginning of Ragnarök; however, this dark world is enough to give one pause.
Earlier a band of Orcs decided to tromp through my property on their way to the lake for provisions. Garm, who takes his duties as guard dog serious, naturally attacked. The Orcs obliged to take their best a swing at him with swords, so I was break his neck and kill the others before they could injure him further. It was deeply satisfying. I admit before today I did not realize how greatly my strength has increased or the level of aggression I could possess. Although I'm certain my Valkyries teammates would claim otherwise.
Corpses now litter the side yard. No matter how hard I try I cannot convince Garm to abandon the one as he has dragged off under the porch to eat. This is just as well. The less I will have to bag and tag later the better.
An additional side note, I have taken an Orc sword for my own. It is crude, ugly thing, but surprisingly balanced with a good heft behind it. I will keep it handy should another band decide to stray this way. If anyone has been injured, please let me know. I will come to treat them regardless of the hour or dust.