Letter to Lieutenant Colmes

[I love cats]

Dear Lieutenant Colmes


I write to you with my concerns of the war effort.

1. There are bastards hoarding war supplies and selling them. The Astronomers of Qtolip are also holding on to the share. I will do what I can in the Krak. If you and yours are willing to prosecute idiots hoarding and selling war supplies for theft of the warmaster or theft from the state to ahead.


2. While my men and your men bleed risk our lives and even pay the ultimate price of death. There are those who cover behind us and contribute nothing. I write of the knife eared bastards of Spring's Gift. Should they not give us money, supplies, or men? They openly sell wares enchanted against Orcs and yet they render no aid. I say these wood monkeys owe us a thank you at least. How do you feel about these bastards? I think the well should demand they step up. Or at the least when this war is over we demand a proper reward. 


-Balestiere Donisthrope

[Blue41]

Balestriere,

There was a time I would've happily forwarded this letter to your Warmaster, or urged you to bring the matter to her instead, but I get the feeling that you've already done that. And she's never been one to take risks, especially when she already has what she wants.

I'm not pleased with the idea of selling war supply, even if people are willing to pay for it. Criminalizing it was something viewed with fear and anxiety by past legates, but at this stage of the war, with the end in sight... a statement will be made.

As for the elves- the Legion isn't possessed by such base prejudices, as all kinds of people make up our numbers. In the past I had entertained the idea of seizing the Gift for resources, but in truth, reports have made the prospect out to be not worth the energy or men. Forcing a man to fight often sees them flee at the first sign of it. While there are non-combat roles they might fill, we'd still have to keep an eye on them.

Lt. R. Colmes

[I love cats]

Here is a report of the raid against the Brass Brawlers. Particularly this was the orc clan where these magics were encountered. The well can expect to face more undead in the future. I commend soldier Cordelia Ward for her prowess and bravery and believe she deserves a raise and whatever bonuses can be made available to her.

-Balestiere Donisthrope


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I called a raid against a clan known as the Brass Brawlers lead by Zulgha the Rock Crusher. I attempted a very daring raid with 3 others. I wished to test some key strategies such as the feasibility of sending a single spotter in that wasn't that good at placing flares to see the effectiveness. The gold and glory of destroying an orc fortress with so few was also an appeal. Some of the flares were good some were terrible the mixed results were what I was looking for I decided to go in alone to place flares and have Nadiri V fire them. Overall I found great success in decimating their units. The initial moat was cleared a number of dispelations from there a priest and a single whisperer did almost see me felled. I fell back to the camp after the initial attack succeeded. The whisperer then came to the command post and slew some legionaries and torched some of our tents. I held firm to defending the artillery. The Balistiere at the command said he could defend the camp from him and we decided to take the daring initiative of a raid.

Myself Cordelia Ward, a member of the wild brothers, and Nadiri V as a group of 4 decided to strike this Orc Fortress. While scaling the walls an elf named Raven joined us and Cort did briefly however we were bombarded by fireballs. We took to using ranged weaponry. Unfortunately our healer and arcane support was wounded and Cort opted to take him back to the camp. Me Coredelia and the wild brother then began clearing the battlements massacring Iakmes's forces. We descended the ladder and continued our fighting. The ice on our weapons wore out and we pressed on encountering the dreaded Mupps. Lacking the necessary magics I decided we needed to hold our position in the fort and gather reinforcements. We sent the elf out to gather reinforcements. While doing this I decided to hold our position by barricading a door of the fort and holding our position for reinforcements to continue the forge. The air became thick and very hard to breathe so I moved us to the roof. We then heard some kind of singing and saw orcan undead begin to rise. We moved back to secure our position killing the Orcs we noticed a strange haze and peculiar singing a sad song in a language we did not recognize. We decided to hold the room again. Finally reinforcements arrived and we attempted to make a push. We then began getting overran a huge Ogre began tossing dispelations and Ward was wounded yet again. I advised we not yield more ground in the fort and await either additional reinforcements or send a runner back to the camp to give the artillery operators our goggles that we had with us. The majority of the well instead of holding our place in the siege as I advised wished to wait in the war camp and yield our gains. Since I would have been the sole man there I went with them. I would like to note that Coredelia of the fourth legion was wounded an uncountable number of times during this raid I had her reserved a prism and I commend her for her bravery. I later heard from her that her officers called her foolish.

The necromancy continued and the war camp was assailed by undead zombies not just of Orcs but our own men as well. I saw legionnaire, Balestiere, and even Nadiri casting spells raised as undead servants. These undead were very vulnerable to artillery and we were able to hold our own against them. Finally after much deliberating a push was made into the keep. We massacred the undead forces who were sent to occupy the ground we yielded and to my surprise the warlord of the keep was not some powerful singer or mage but one of their molten champions fitting of his name as a rock crusher. We returned to the war camp and I met with Argent and the golden vivor of Khaesh and informed them of what occurred. That was when the golden one called for a number of mages and warlocks to assemble at the war camp to inspect the scene of the incident astronomers and others came. Acolyte Narwen of the sisterhood then sung the song that sounded exactly what we heard. It was an ancient language none could recognize They did their further examination and it was concluded the mist was sent from far away by Iakmes's general Nkrak? I do not even know if I am spelling this damn Orc's name correctly. The opinion of the golden one is that Iakmes considered such magics and methods beneath him and that this dark magic is an act of desperation that is a sign of his sure defeat. He claimed this orc mage to be very powerful and that he knew almost as much as he himself did. A warning was issued for us to expect more undead and vile magics until his general is dead.


-Balestiere Donisthrope