25 Medis, 3rd AC, 2570
It has been some days since I published my account of the battle of Witherings (*) and have still yet to fully recover. It may be that I am feeling my age, but I awake at night from nightmares of the huge green kippee workers that stunned me and my comrades into the dust, and the brown kinchers and the pale grey soldiers...
There were not enough of us. Not nearly enough. And yet the word had gone forth by the usual means. Was it that the Zorai did not care to liberate their lands? I cannot think so, for I saw the generals, and especially Dachi Han, infused with strength and power far beyond that of normal homins. The land must have kept them well when we needed them, for we did need them.
Jena kept my Seed intact, despite grievous wounds, and I was healed more often than I can easily count. Why there were so few of us present I do not know this time. I will pray to Jena for enlightenment, and hope that She will inspire more homins to undertake the last Cleansing, in the lands of her favorites, the Matis. If the downward trend of homins showing up continues, I daresay that we will not prevail in that battle. Another month, then it will be time to drive the last of the Kitin off.
Only a few more pages left in this journal. I will have to start a new one soon.
It has been some days since I published my account of the battle of Witherings (*) and have still yet to fully recover. It may be that I am feeling my age, but I awake at night from nightmares of the huge green kippee workers that stunned me and my comrades into the dust, and the brown kinchers and the pale grey soldiers...
There were not enough of us. Not nearly enough. And yet the word had gone forth by the usual means. Was it that the Zorai did not care to liberate their lands? I cannot think so, for I saw the generals, and especially Dachi Han, infused with strength and power far beyond that of normal homins. The land must have kept them well when we needed them, for we did need them.
Jena kept my Seed intact, despite grievous wounds, and I was healed more often than I can easily count. Why there were so few of us present I do not know this time. I will pray to Jena for enlightenment, and hope that She will inspire more homins to undertake the last Cleansing, in the lands of her favorites, the Matis. If the downward trend of homins showing up continues, I daresay that we will not prevail in that battle. Another month, then it will be time to drive the last of the Kitin off.
Only a few more pages left in this journal. I will have to start a new one soon.
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Remembering Tyneetryk
Phaedreas Tears - 15 years old and first(*) of true neutral guilds in Atys.
(*) This statement is contested, but we are certainly the longest lasting.
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