Post by Sentry on Jun 5, 2004 15:37:23 GMT
Dear Diary,
I can tell you now that in the place I am writing time does not matter, so I did not time date you. It would be irrelevent to what I have to say. All I know is that this place, the Abyss they call it, really makes me dream of my vacation. Even now as I write to you I'm hunkered in what the celestial legions have come to call a blast trench. The basic concept behind a blast trench is that on the other side of the battle field there is a line of arch demons and mages hurling artillery at our position. Whenever someone pokes their head up, they try to kill us with everything they have. The blast trench is a place you're expected to dive into to save your head from being shot off.
We have our own spell casters doing much the same thing, progress in this war is rather stagnant. But Bahamut has declared it mandatory to hold this line so that the blood war does not spill into Mechanus, the plane of gears. It's a rather ugly fight to say the least. I'm just a private, I don't expect to live long. They say this war's lasted forever, I wonder how many have fallen in that time.
The real reason I'm writing in you, something I don't do often, comes from the fact my brother Arcfire died today on this very battle field. We heard some of the enemy mages had been repositioned, our intelligence had been flawed and perhaps lost as many as 20 hound archons and at least a hundred knights in the advance. My brother was among that hundred. He fell in the middle of that hellball. I wish I could have gotten a look at that mage's face. The one I knew I would always want to kill. Maybe I shouldn't be too judgemental. The demons do use mercenary and some of them are simply looking for a day's wage so they don't starve. The planes are a rough place to live. All the same, I'd give body parts to have a word with him to find out.
At least I know Arcfire is in a better place. I've seen Bahamut's court, there are very many happy of dragon kind there. What saddens me is he decided not to return this time, the clerics would not raise him. I heard a legend once, this makes me wonder if it's true. Everyone has a soul mate. When one dies one has no desire to return to life if that soul mate is dead. Arcfire had gotten very close to one of the female knights that had passed. If this is true, I wish I could have been so lucky and the timing of their deaths in service was an act of providence. Anyway, pray for me Diary, I'll need all of Bahamut's mercy this day. I just wish I had a.... I just landed in a grassy field somewhere I've never been before, what is this Lord Bahamut? Where am I?
Sorry for the confusion, when I trailed off earlier dear Diary.. I had suddenly vanished and arrived in some strange place I now know, thanks to a Knight named Sir Gantry, to be called Fredian. Apparently my wish is granted. This is my Vacation? Bahamut has had mercy on me or given me new purpose? I know not which.
Sentry
I can tell you now that in the place I am writing time does not matter, so I did not time date you. It would be irrelevent to what I have to say. All I know is that this place, the Abyss they call it, really makes me dream of my vacation. Even now as I write to you I'm hunkered in what the celestial legions have come to call a blast trench. The basic concept behind a blast trench is that on the other side of the battle field there is a line of arch demons and mages hurling artillery at our position. Whenever someone pokes their head up, they try to kill us with everything they have. The blast trench is a place you're expected to dive into to save your head from being shot off.
We have our own spell casters doing much the same thing, progress in this war is rather stagnant. But Bahamut has declared it mandatory to hold this line so that the blood war does not spill into Mechanus, the plane of gears. It's a rather ugly fight to say the least. I'm just a private, I don't expect to live long. They say this war's lasted forever, I wonder how many have fallen in that time.
The real reason I'm writing in you, something I don't do often, comes from the fact my brother Arcfire died today on this very battle field. We heard some of the enemy mages had been repositioned, our intelligence had been flawed and perhaps lost as many as 20 hound archons and at least a hundred knights in the advance. My brother was among that hundred. He fell in the middle of that hellball. I wish I could have gotten a look at that mage's face. The one I knew I would always want to kill. Maybe I shouldn't be too judgemental. The demons do use mercenary and some of them are simply looking for a day's wage so they don't starve. The planes are a rough place to live. All the same, I'd give body parts to have a word with him to find out.
At least I know Arcfire is in a better place. I've seen Bahamut's court, there are very many happy of dragon kind there. What saddens me is he decided not to return this time, the clerics would not raise him. I heard a legend once, this makes me wonder if it's true. Everyone has a soul mate. When one dies one has no desire to return to life if that soul mate is dead. Arcfire had gotten very close to one of the female knights that had passed. If this is true, I wish I could have been so lucky and the timing of their deaths in service was an act of providence. Anyway, pray for me Diary, I'll need all of Bahamut's mercy this day. I just wish I had a.... I just landed in a grassy field somewhere I've never been before, what is this Lord Bahamut? Where am I?
Sorry for the confusion, when I trailed off earlier dear Diary.. I had suddenly vanished and arrived in some strange place I now know, thanks to a Knight named Sir Gantry, to be called Fredian. Apparently my wish is granted. This is my Vacation? Bahamut has had mercy on me or given me new purpose? I know not which.
Sentry
