22nd December

Why I decided to write this journal, I do not know. Perhaps it’s a trait that I took with me, gifted by mother, or perhaps I finally see the value of writing words that allow thoughts to coalesce into something tangible. Ordering the mind seems to allow one to meander in and out of subtleties that quick action and resolute people seem to miss.  My father a prime example of this, was always a great man, but saw the world in truly black and white terms. Everything could be reduced to good and bad; did an action produce a good effect or a bad one?  A warrior in spirit and mind, but a good one.

Time since joining the fort here has been an interesting one, a very different walk of life to that enjoyed  at the academy. Interestingly I seem to have fit in far more comfortably in a military role, I suspect it could be due to the exposure I had as a youth in the Hind’s conflict with northmen.  Though, having said that, it seems that my ability is still lacking considerably.
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23rd December

Our recent mission has been a difficult one and I’m still walking with a limp after being struck in the leg with a Wazifi arrow. As I write this I am reminded to my previous encounter with a harpy nest where I almost lost my vision and was severely injured also. Though, while seeming to make a good recovery I feel that these scars will be marks of ineptitude that forever marr my future.

This blasted infirmary perhaps opens the door for more melancholy and sitting in the featureless room makes life greyscale at best, with the occasional burst of colour in the form of Edenburg and Roderickson, and some of the others, keeping spirits high. As I think about the tricks my own mind plays on me, to fall into the morose feeling wounded in pride, ego and body, I reflect that all of my happiest time have been found when I can feel the wind blowing against my face. It seems to narrow life to a fine point and afford me the luxury to cast aside petty things, giving my own life purpose.  Perhaps this is why, in the end, I was ejected from the magic academy, held like a chicken in a coop, to read through aged tomes and breathin in stale, dry air had made me wander and look into illicit things.

Though it seems that I have become the messenger, a harbinger, of bad news. Christmas is near but I bear a heavy weight that may have been enhanced by the knowledged gained my ‘wanderings’  during time at the academy.

A necromancer plots to attack the fort and Raphael.

Will add more once my mission has finished and I can actually write about it without attempting to predict the future.

December 25th 2014

Christmas is upon us and I have been doubly gifted it would seem. A bright shining set of fine maille from my homestead and a promotion to that of lieutenant.

Even though the cost was high and overall the mission was a success. I truly wonder whether the rank was deserving. In no uncertain terms it appears that my family's influence was enough to secure my commission and I wonder in curious thoughts what the men here think of me for such things. While it is true that they may not know the details of the promotion, it is unlikely that any of them - and especially Captain Brashear - would not look upon the transition from sergeant to lieutenant in such a short period anything approaching normal.

During my travels, I have learned to resent the foppish officers that have their commission bought. They provide no real quality to the legion, nor do they gift wisdom to the soldiers; in fact, it's true to say that majorly they simply get in the way and cause untold death.

So, let us hope that this does not become the view of the men here at The Fort.

But this tale comes full circle and returns to my father, my brother and the son that I never was. Only now do they tell me of their pride for my new vocation and with the same knighting cut of the blade, they wound.

Though, if there's one thing that I have learned it is to not think ill of those with good intentions, and never complain for the boons we have in life. Life is always complicated. And despite my inner debate, I miss all of my family greatly.


With festive merriment, and a good dose of wine to ease discomfort from the wounded leg.
Giles J'naeth Hind, Lt

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With fondness I write to the Hind household


I, Giles J'naeth Hind, recieved your note well and with the greatest of thanks. It is a great pleasure to hear you and mother express your acceptance of my current role and hope that I can fill the boots, in a metaphorical sense, of the officership with which you have provided me.

It is quite fortunate to have such an influential father that is capable of lifting me to positions of importance within the Imperial Army, especially in lieu of the rather unfortunate happenings in the academy. While unable to discuss details of recent missions and engagements I can say that the Fort on Three Corners seems to be welcoming and have quickly accepted me as one of their own. The captain here seems to of a quality I hadn't known at the academy; you would all get along.

But all of this business, I would rather hear how each of my siblings and mother fare in these times, it seems entirely too long since I've seen you.


Letter, to write

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