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The Navigator of Chaos himself faced us today. This close to the Heart of Darkness nothing seems to work but chaos magic, the priests can't cast the shogun and lanterns power gave out a few miles back even the physical world seems . . . bent. But Ishmael out of options and out of protectors was drawn out in a conflict today. His voice carried over the whole of the army. He cried out to the gods and to his father, whoever that is must be proud. Asking why is father forsook him and then seemed to take control of the minds of many of the soldiers, and in droves the began committing suicide. Like the chaos and his singing drove them mad. It was the direct bravery of Raquel Al- Shatel that saved us. In an act straight from a Bards tale he threw his ax as Ishmael's face. Ishmael froze it in midair but it was followed by two more these catching him off guard. while the men tried to recover from their trance and orders were being barked up and down the line waves of silence and awe filled washed over the crowd as we could only watch the most amazing displays of swordsmanship ever witnessed. Their blades struck each other as if thunder meeting stone. Each seeming to strain to keep up with the other. one of Raquel's blades fell from his hand, he caught it with his foot and using his still grasped sword to parry a massive blow from which sprung blackness, he kicked his other blade into Ishmael's stomach under his guard. The act caused our lord to lose balance but gave the edge in the battle to him until Ishmael fled. Silence was replaced by waves of cheers. The crusade was not won yet but the powers of light could not be stopped. Less than a days march from the Heart of Darkness and out objective Ishmael has no where to hide and has been soundly beaten. I dream of home and of the lives we protect, of the children that will grow up free of the dark one's threat. Of my children and of my friend Terrance's children. Light save us all tomorrow it will be done.
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Terrance is dead! So many are dead. We thought there was nothing left to fight. we had fought demons, golemns, zerg, and forsaken. But it was men who beat us. Coming from behind we first thought they were the reinforcements we so desperately asked for, until it was too late. exhausted by thirst disease and fatigue we had no choice but to cling to the hope of reinforcements to ride in glory together to capture the heart. When they were close enough they attacked. Some strange magic which must be protected from chaos by the forsaken was weilded by these men. It shot beams of magic that disintegrated anything it touched. Attempting to form our lines with our broken ranks to return an attack was fruitless as the rested opposing army charged right through us. Some men broke rank I and Terrance did not. He died shielding me from an axes blow. The great crusader army could have held if maybe we just had more men. They say no more could come because they were keeping peace back home, well if we lose here there won't be a home to protect. None of that matters now I suppose. The army did flee, what is left of it. We regrouped several miles out. Despite the opposing forces clear ability to wipe us out they did not pursue, consider it a matter of grace light save us. they were not all men there was a large mixture of creatures though primarily men. Their leader appeared to be some kind of demon with lightning strikes marked across his chest. Some of the survivors say he was a lightning bearer a powerful type of demon. I believe the light will triumph but I no longer see how. It will take us days to reorganize into units to advance again. Days we don't have without water and with out food. And if the enemy comes now our small picket wall will not hold them back. My prayers and faith must sustain me. I'm tired 2 days with no water, I am hoping sleep will bring rest and the ability to do the lights will another day.
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