[contained within this journal are many different stories of Calrind's life, before and during his time in Sanctuary. The book is heavy and bound in brown leather. On the inside of the front cover there is a sketched symbol of Tempus and the following words: "To fight with honour. To die with honour. This is the way of the Foehammer".]

The warriors entered the Temple and lined up in front of me. They were disciplined, skilled and honorable. Tempus would have been pleased to have them waging war under his name. Their plate was in perfect condition, despite the battles it had seen. The leather straps a deep red colour, the metal dulled iron. On the right shoulder guard of each warrior was the symbol of the foehammer. Seeing the flaming sword and shield on these fine warriors brought pride to my heart. I walked along the line then back to the center, drew a breath and spoke;

"Today we take battle to a foul beast! They are deep under this city and will test your skills in battle to their limits! I trust you will fight with honour and without cowardice, as I have taught you all."

The men were completely silent as I gave my speech. They had heard similar many times, yet never complained or grew tired of them. Myself or Tempus could not have asked for a finer group of warriors. I explained to them where we were going. A scout of the temple had told us of a group of hideous beasts, that discovered his partner and ripped his body to pieces right in front of him. We were to avenge the fallen man.

"We journey deep under the city to avenge one of our fallen. He was an honourable man, and died a death in battle. We go to honour his memory and slay the beasts that ended his life. We go deep under the city, to a depth of...", I paused and looked to the scout behind me to carry on my sentence."

He took note of the pause and quietly said "About six or seven miles down". He always was a quiet man, even more so after the death of his partner. He seemed to be greatly disturbed by what he had seen, despite the amount of times I told him that it was an honourable death and his friend will be spending the rest of eternity on the eternal battlefields. Maybe his faith was not as strong as some in the temple.

I turned back to the men. "Some of you may die in this. But you will die in battle! And if you die, you will battle until the end of time! In life you battle under the watch of Tempus and you will do the same in death!" I wandered over to the statue of the Foehammer, the central part of the temple, and kneeled.

"Mighty Tempus! Watch over this battle as you have watched over all of our previous! Favour the honourable and the deserving, for we fight in your name!" Lifting up a ceremonial battleaxe and turning around I raised my voice to a yell. The men had their eyes locked on me. They looked inspired, determined and ready. "WE BATTLE FOR TEMPUS!" The men cheered. It was a sound I lived to hear. They were ready. I was ready. I gathered my own axe and shield from a sturdy table not far from me and marched towards the door. "We go to battle!" They turned to follow. We went to fight with honour. To die with valour. To honour the fallen, and to please the Foehammer.