Post by Jennis Mul Moongem on Dec 6, 2014 22:39:25 GMT -6
My dearest Sarea,
It is with great sadness that I inform you of my posting. I am near Fort Elkinhurdt, which is a Dwarven Encampment. It was once a small city governed by the Maran Empire, but since the Century War began, its leaders have been publicly executed and its residents forced into slave labour. We'd sent in some reconnaissance soldiers to determine how best to attack the fort with minimal civilian casualties and the reports are sickening. They're using the residents as human shields against us, positioned wherever soldiers are as too prevent us from attacking while they're there. Just seeing what the dwarves will go to in order to gain victory makes me want to slit my own throat.
This is not why I write to you from the battlefield. I write because I wanted to tell you that I will not be able to return for some time to the village. The war has spread the soldiers far too thin, and even if we had backup where we are, we'd be taking away from garrisons all over the land. I'm sorry, my love. I truly am. I'm sorry that we cannot spend our anniversary together. How I would love to spend that day with you, listening to your angelic voice sound out through the house. Or to spend the evening with you in my arms, our bare hearts exposed to one another like when we first wed.
I am sorry. I shall try to return to you as quickly as I can. In the meantime, I shall fight in your name, to protect you from the horrors that should never reach your precious eyes.
Your dearest wife,
Jennis Mul Moongem
This telegram has been delivered on behalf of a soldier of the Silv-Anir Army. Due to this, your mailing tax will be due for payment upon retrieval of this telegram.
Silv-Anir schengst!
(OOC; this letter is five years old and was in the possession of Sarea Riel Dirao. It is open for taking to whomever.)
It is with great sadness that I inform you of my posting. I am near Fort Elkinhurdt, which is a Dwarven Encampment. It was once a small city governed by the Maran Empire, but since the Century War began, its leaders have been publicly executed and its residents forced into slave labour. We'd sent in some reconnaissance soldiers to determine how best to attack the fort with minimal civilian casualties and the reports are sickening. They're using the residents as human shields against us, positioned wherever soldiers are as too prevent us from attacking while they're there. Just seeing what the dwarves will go to in order to gain victory makes me want to slit my own throat.
This is not why I write to you from the battlefield. I write because I wanted to tell you that I will not be able to return for some time to the village. The war has spread the soldiers far too thin, and even if we had backup where we are, we'd be taking away from garrisons all over the land. I'm sorry, my love. I truly am. I'm sorry that we cannot spend our anniversary together. How I would love to spend that day with you, listening to your angelic voice sound out through the house. Or to spend the evening with you in my arms, our bare hearts exposed to one another like when we first wed.
I am sorry. I shall try to return to you as quickly as I can. In the meantime, I shall fight in your name, to protect you from the horrors that should never reach your precious eyes.
Your dearest wife,
Jennis Mul Moongem
This telegram has been delivered on behalf of a soldier of the Silv-Anir Army. Due to this, your mailing tax will be due for payment upon retrieval of this telegram.
Silv-Anir schengst!
(OOC; this letter is five years old and was in the possession of Sarea Riel Dirao. It is open for taking to whomever.)