2nd Judicday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853: We gathered with the council to hammer out our next moves. Plans were laid to send for mercenaries—some extra blades could tip the scales. Nyvressa was sent to Eglasil to to keep her safe from the infiltrators, and the seaguard’s sticking close in case trouble comes knocking. Aranesi’s buried in her work, trying to crack the monolith’s magic and replicate it to our use. I’d rather be out sneaking around than puzzling over runes, but her brain’s a weapon in its own right.
3rd Judicday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853: The Black Moon Company rolled in, mercenaries with a reputation facing against overwhelming odds and coming out on top. They didn’t waste time, heading straight to bolster our forward armies. I joined with them to catch up with the rest of the army.
3rd Seojungsday of Winter's End, Second Age 1853: We caught the enemy at the river crossing—perfect spot to choke their advance. Winter must be with us as the scouts reported heavy snow slowed the enemy down, resulting in this scenario. The battle was a thing of beauty. Their fanatics charged ahead like fools, leaving their void wyrm and infantry stuck behind, floundering at the river. We hit hard, routed them clean, and walked away with barely a scratch. That’s the kind of fight I live for—sharp, decisive, no messing around.
With their forces scattered, we pushed toward their city, ready to demand surrender. They’re on their heels now, and I’m primed to finish this.