The muck has set in, which is normal for this season, though it's much worse than normal. I met up with a unit from the 77th Phalanx today and I am in their company. I suppose it's better than being alone in the woods with things lurking just in the shadows. Heirik died today, the doctor couldn't save him, though as he said he was not an Arcane Healer, there are sparse few since the Guild Betrayal of 15 A.S. This means I'm the last left of my unit as far as I know. I'm amazed we survived as long as we did.
The commander here believes I am insane or at least touched in the head by all I have seen. I suppose I can't blame him, I still can hardly believe that General Vorosh was a Soul Drinker. The feminine form of the word is used here, though by current records General Vorosh was male, this could be poor translation, or perhaps our historians were none to eager to state a one of our heroes of the Uprising was actually a heroine? Something to be researched The General had been a tie between all of us, no matter what happened the General kept us together, we were fighting something that meant our doom should we fail.
I would not have believed it had I not seen the General raise thousands This number may not be accurate, probably due to different translations and variation of number systems of dead that our disastrous attempt to retake Starfall. I hope Lord Turinople's magic stone obliterated Vorosh, all her Again the feminine foul minions, and the Demon Lizard into less than dust in the wind. Though most accounts place the Magician Lord dead, though I can hardly believe a Soul Drinker sorcerer Male this time could match the Arcana that our Magician Lord can muster.
There is a commotion now, apparently someone spotted a Dead Walker in the trees. I must stop writing now in case of attack.
A splash of blood covers the next few paragraphs, though there is no way of telling where is came from, though our own Arcana places it about the same time this was written, though for something of this age a tiny error could place it a few hundred of years off the mark
...though I feel empty without her, now that the Legions are dispersed since the failure at Starfall.
In retrospect Starfall was an obvious trap, Vorosh fooled us all. We lost half of our force in the hellish trek through the mountains though the General assured us that we could still assault the cavern fortress. This falls as evidence with several current theories on how Dragon King Igunza survived the attack on Starfall by Lord Turinople as he wielded the Eye of Fear A force, twice the size of the we set out with, failed to retake Starfall, but again the Generals words urged us forward in that suicidal attack, assuring us that the Demon Lizard Igunza would never suspect an attack in the dead of Cold Season. The monster did, his Dead Walkers and Feasters probably still feed on the dead we left behind almost six weeks ago.
Now our forces are separated, the Generals that are still alive assured us that without a large force to attack the Foul Ones would be unable to stop us from rebuilding our forces through Regrowth Season. We could then reassemble the Legions and sweep the Foul Ones from our fair continent. Generals like to assure us of many things, though I can hardly tell the difference between Vorosh's suicidal order to attack and the equally suicidal orders to break into our units and disperse into the country side. This order was also believed to be Vorosh's, I speculate the General implanted the idea within a 'loyal' general before the attack on Starfall The Feaster packs are too good at hunting down stray people, let alone groups of them. Not to mention the Spirit Drinkers who are said to be able to smell blood from a hundred throws away.
This last section is scrawled to the point of being almost illegible, the translation has been extrapolated by a dozen experts and I believe it to be fairly accurate
There are howls from the distance and then replies. I fear we have been discovered. There is movement in the trees, they are almost alive. I doubt I will survive, by the number of red eyes in the trees there must be at least a dozen Spirit Drinkers, and then there are those I can't see. I am placing this journal in my bag and then throwing it into the privy, with luck I will be able to recover it after the coming battle. The text here becomes more frantic, though it is obvious why Light save us, I see the skeletal form of Demon Lizard Igunza flying overhead, all chance of survival gone. To who ever may find this, know that the Legions fought bravely against the Foul Ones and to my beautiful daughter that I died defending her from death, or worse."
This ends the journal; little did the writer know that the group he was with was the last surviving remnants off the Legions. All others had died, and Dragon Lord Igunza had come to see to the last of their fates himself."
[b] -Legionnaire Krasen's Journal 9th translation, commentary by Book Master Poretch of the Library of Vedes[/b]
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Yeah well that was an idea I had on the bus today, I think it turned out fairly well. It is a little bit of history for the Undead Nation Alexis and I are creating for our upcoming RP, from a person who was alive at the time. Comments? <p><center>
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at: 6/8/05 21:11
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