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A Chronicle of Days (Luumequenta'en'rea)D.R. 1347 - A letter Amaranth,
I hope this letter finds you, and finds you well. I know you did not choose to heed the call of the Retreat, and this choice I do not begrudge you. We have fought many battles across the land of Faerun, and I confess there are lands that I long to see again. Perhaps our blades may once again shine bright in the noonday sun and sing out the song of victory. When you some day come to Evermeet, I shall see that you receive a commission and appointment to Sumbrar.
With honor,
Maj. A.D. Khorne
D.R. 1378 - ... Long I stood watch on the sandy bluff, the grass around my legs waving in the sea breeze. Evermeet! How I longed to see my home again, to walk amongst the trees. The war over, my duty fulfilled. Finally I could rest in Corellon's Grove, finally a respite from the chaos and horrors of the war. My heart leapt for joy as I saw white sails cresting the horizon, and I strained to make out the graceful lines of a ship of Evermeet. Soon I would be in good companionship, free from the turmoil of human lands. It was as if I could taste the honeyed wine and airy breads of home. Suddenly, with a thunderous crack I was ripped from my reverie. Above me the sky looked as if it had been split in two and lit afire. As if in response, the ground rumbled and I watched as the calm sea became a raging tempest. The ship... the tiny ship struggled in the waves and quickly foundered, disappearing into the deep. I sank to my knees. Great tremors reverberated through the earth, and all around me I could see massive plumes of smoke and ash. The sea roared with fury, drowning out my anguish. I wept. -- Excerpts from "A Chronicle of Days", by General A.D. Khorne, Ret. |