This is has been a long war. I am tired. My bones ache. I do not know if I can fight for much longer. Our General, Tyren, is be a shadow of the man he used to be. 7 years of constant war can do that to a man. Each night, we hear the screams of our brethren, yet we can do nothing. Not until the morning sun comes out.
In the beginning, we, led by General Tyren, were almost near victory over the Nation of Rogwel. But it was at this time, nearing the end of the first year of war, that they did something none has ever dreamed of. Primus made a pact with the devil, in exchange for power, he offered the lives of all the men in his army. Now he controls an undead army in the day and an army of spirits at night.
Our casulties are seemingly limitless. Even our proud Oracle, Gailardia, has fell to the powers of the undead. What's left is no more than a tenth of what we started with. I fear that we will last no more than two months if things continues like this.
The only way to win this battle, this war, is to defeat Primus. Only then, will their devil army be without a leader, will they vanish and be destroyed.
As soon as the first ray of the morning sun hits the land, I will go talk with the other leaders. We must end this battle soon. If this drags on any further, we will lose the war. Tomorrow shall be the day we fight our decisive battle. Tomorrow, there will be only one army standing, be it Elerd or Rogwel. I pray the gods may stand on our side at that moment. What else can I do but pray for the best...
-Towel
Captain of the 4th Assassin's Division
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