Hope Remains Below

(Crossing, Zoluren: 106 Lirisa 354)

The smell of stagnation and fear hang within the air as I struggle to stay my hand and scribe this letter…

The Crossing lays conquered and bestrewn with rubble. Peasants and Noblemen alike litter the ground as aching moans echo throughout the city. Those few who survive within its walls step lightly through the shadows, Spheres of the Gorbesh patrolling every inch of the city. The Town Green has become a spot of relaxation for Gorbesh regiments and the undead. The temple of the Crossing is but a memory now, a skeletal ruin with an unholy and empty air. While the Crossing may be overrun, though, a ray of hope cascades through these dark clouds : The Magic Lute that the Gorbesh attempted to seize remains intact and in its place. The sewers wreak of their foul existence…and those of our fallen comrades…yet they remain hauntingly silent…

I hear the loud, armoured footsteps of the Gorbesh above…death nearly chokes me…I am huddled behind a rock…my weapon by my side…everything is so quiet…and I am utterly alone here. It is my hope that the sleeping gerbil beside me will be able to deliever this letter…brighter days to you all…may Hodierna grace your souls with comfort…