Dear Diary 4
July 6th 2009 14:29
Dear Diary,
Finally my messengers have returned. Shalorin and I conversed deeply about the state of the war, of the kingdoms themselves. Both grow weaker. But both still maintain the fight, though it seems to be much less at the border now; both sides are taking a little break to recover.
We have been asked to return to the border, as I hoped. I introduced Shalorin to the girl, and though she cringed away from him at first the two seem to be getting along pretty well soon. The two worked together to pack up mine and his tent while I went around helping the others out. It was time to leave our encampment and return towards home.
He told me they want more force at the border; that they believe the next big wave will come soon. I wonder if Fidolius has anyone left in it to fight. They do not have the land that we do-we are three races and they are one. They should not be able to win this war unless the Elves or the Drakor abandon Appollinia-something which will never happen.
But it would seem that they do have some strange other race working for them; their faces look human, as do their upper arms. They have scales that look like long gloves sewn into the skin over most of their arms-most likely a measure of defense. I do not know if they have scales anywhere else, but I would not doubt it. They wear strange clothes, well designed for fighting but simply odd. Usually a green or a blue.
I do not know what they are or where they came from, but I do know which side they are on and it is not mine. They fight most devotedly for Fidolius. I wonder if they come from another land entirely-I have heard of other continents, the one on which my people were born and a couple others-but I have never heard of this mysterious race. There are other humans on one of them, a strange culture that we could never learn to communicate with.
But these are not humans. Besides which, even if they came from somewhere else, I doubt that they came from the places we know of. For these lands are closer to Appollinia. Most likely there is some sort of island, potentially quite a large one, closer to Fidolius that we do not know of. I wonder about these things... the girl does not know either. Shalorin has been asking her all about the war to see what she knows and what she thinks.
We discovered today that she can ride horses. Shalorin gave her his second horse and they rode side by side as we moved towards the border, talking with each other in the Fidolian tongue. They helped set up camp again at the end of the day. She seems much more willing to help out now that she can communicate with someone.
Traveling was long and far; the day was hot. We did not see a single Fidolian warrior. In the distance there were villages, but we were not going to destroy them. We had been cutting a path to the capitol-not just destroying to watch people die.
I am grateful that we get to return to the border now. Shalorin will teach the girl basic Appollinian and then we will be sending her home with someone else. Another Elf can take her back to my kingdom; my sister will take the girl in and teach her Appollinian and Elvish. The girl will get quite the education and live a happy life. Most likely she will never leave our kingdom and I doubt she will ever marry. But she will be well treated.
She sleeps in Shalorin's tent now because they can properly communicate. Her lessons in Appollinian should have already begun tonight after dinner; I cannot be sure but that is when I told him to start. He is an honest man and I know he will do what I have asked of him.
We do not know how long we will be placed at the border; one of the other groups is retreating for a time, most of their men having been wounded. The healers can only do so much and can only work so fast. We are there to replace them until their men can all fight again. This time we will not be at the center of the camp; but we will be close enough. Able to sleep without too much fear, too much worry that haunts us all in our dreams.
My biggest fear is that this war will not end for quite some time. Appollinia could invade right now instead of falling back to the border. We could hack them apart; it would take some time and a lot of effort but we could destroy Fidolius. I know our Gods are torn between invading and simply holding our own, but they do not seem to realize the truth. The truth of what happened fifteen hundred years ago. Fidolius will not stand down as they did not stand down then.
They will fight until only the capitol remains, when all the little towns and villages have been destroyed; this is simply their way. They do not realize when they should just give up, and wait until there is almost nothing left of them to surrender. It frustrates me. We overpower them-three races against one lonely kingdom, one lonely race? They barely stand a chance.
So we must destroy them until there is almost nothing left. Fidolian culture fascinates me; it is sad to know that so much will be gone. But no matter. They attacked us and we will finish this war, no matter what it takes. I only wish they would surrender sooner. They might drag this war out for decades as they have done before. I want the fighting to be over; though I know we will win no matter how long it takes, and I know we will not give up, I just wish it would be over. My homeland, the Elvish Kingdom, sees no damage. But near the border of the Drakor territory and the border of Appollinia... there is only misery.
I worry that soon the food shortages will come, and perhaps even a water shortage. I fear that perhaps Plague will come to Appollinia and they will suffer great losses. That they will die in huge numbers both on the battlefield and sick at home. So many things could so easily go wrong, especially with the weak systems of the humans. They cannot fight off disease like we can. We just repel it, the strange illnesses that they get. And they usually die.
There is nothing anyone can do to ease my mind; I know as long as this war goes on I will wonder and I will fear. I will toss and turn in my bed each night, taunted by memories, taunted by nightmares. I just want this to be over. I know the girl I have saved will be safe in my kingdom from both plague and war-but I do not believe the same of the other humans.
I must sleep now-I will be traveling again tomorrow.
~Alaendril
Note: Sorry this was a couple days late; some stuff came up and I fell a little behind. I will be doing one more of these and posting it today and doing two tomorrow and then I'll be all caught up.
Finally my messengers have returned. Shalorin and I conversed deeply about the state of the war, of the kingdoms themselves. Both grow weaker. But both still maintain the fight, though it seems to be much less at the border now; both sides are taking a little break to recover.
We have been asked to return to the border, as I hoped. I introduced Shalorin to the girl, and though she cringed away from him at first the two seem to be getting along pretty well soon. The two worked together to pack up mine and his tent while I went around helping the others out. It was time to leave our encampment and return towards home.
He told me they want more force at the border; that they believe the next big wave will come soon. I wonder if Fidolius has anyone left in it to fight. They do not have the land that we do-we are three races and they are one. They should not be able to win this war unless the Elves or the Drakor abandon Appollinia-something which will never happen.
But it would seem that they do have some strange other race working for them; their faces look human, as do their upper arms. They have scales that look like long gloves sewn into the skin over most of their arms-most likely a measure of defense. I do not know if they have scales anywhere else, but I would not doubt it. They wear strange clothes, well designed for fighting but simply odd. Usually a green or a blue.
I do not know what they are or where they came from, but I do know which side they are on and it is not mine. They fight most devotedly for Fidolius. I wonder if they come from another land entirely-I have heard of other continents, the one on which my people were born and a couple others-but I have never heard of this mysterious race. There are other humans on one of them, a strange culture that we could never learn to communicate with.
But these are not humans. Besides which, even if they came from somewhere else, I doubt that they came from the places we know of. For these lands are closer to Appollinia. Most likely there is some sort of island, potentially quite a large one, closer to Fidolius that we do not know of. I wonder about these things... the girl does not know either. Shalorin has been asking her all about the war to see what she knows and what she thinks.
We discovered today that she can ride horses. Shalorin gave her his second horse and they rode side by side as we moved towards the border, talking with each other in the Fidolian tongue. They helped set up camp again at the end of the day. She seems much more willing to help out now that she can communicate with someone.
Traveling was long and far; the day was hot. We did not see a single Fidolian warrior. In the distance there were villages, but we were not going to destroy them. We had been cutting a path to the capitol-not just destroying to watch people die.
I am grateful that we get to return to the border now. Shalorin will teach the girl basic Appollinian and then we will be sending her home with someone else. Another Elf can take her back to my kingdom; my sister will take the girl in and teach her Appollinian and Elvish. The girl will get quite the education and live a happy life. Most likely she will never leave our kingdom and I doubt she will ever marry. But she will be well treated.
She sleeps in Shalorin's tent now because they can properly communicate. Her lessons in Appollinian should have already begun tonight after dinner; I cannot be sure but that is when I told him to start. He is an honest man and I know he will do what I have asked of him.
We do not know how long we will be placed at the border; one of the other groups is retreating for a time, most of their men having been wounded. The healers can only do so much and can only work so fast. We are there to replace them until their men can all fight again. This time we will not be at the center of the camp; but we will be close enough. Able to sleep without too much fear, too much worry that haunts us all in our dreams.
My biggest fear is that this war will not end for quite some time. Appollinia could invade right now instead of falling back to the border. We could hack them apart; it would take some time and a lot of effort but we could destroy Fidolius. I know our Gods are torn between invading and simply holding our own, but they do not seem to realize the truth. The truth of what happened fifteen hundred years ago. Fidolius will not stand down as they did not stand down then.
They will fight until only the capitol remains, when all the little towns and villages have been destroyed; this is simply their way. They do not realize when they should just give up, and wait until there is almost nothing left of them to surrender. It frustrates me. We overpower them-three races against one lonely kingdom, one lonely race? They barely stand a chance.
So we must destroy them until there is almost nothing left. Fidolian culture fascinates me; it is sad to know that so much will be gone. But no matter. They attacked us and we will finish this war, no matter what it takes. I only wish they would surrender sooner. They might drag this war out for decades as they have done before. I want the fighting to be over; though I know we will win no matter how long it takes, and I know we will not give up, I just wish it would be over. My homeland, the Elvish Kingdom, sees no damage. But near the border of the Drakor territory and the border of Appollinia... there is only misery.
I worry that soon the food shortages will come, and perhaps even a water shortage. I fear that perhaps Plague will come to Appollinia and they will suffer great losses. That they will die in huge numbers both on the battlefield and sick at home. So many things could so easily go wrong, especially with the weak systems of the humans. They cannot fight off disease like we can. We just repel it, the strange illnesses that they get. And they usually die.
There is nothing anyone can do to ease my mind; I know as long as this war goes on I will wonder and I will fear. I will toss and turn in my bed each night, taunted by memories, taunted by nightmares. I just want this to be over. I know the girl I have saved will be safe in my kingdom from both plague and war-but I do not believe the same of the other humans.
I must sleep now-I will be traveling again tomorrow.
~Alaendril
Note: Sorry this was a couple days late; some stuff came up and I fell a little behind. I will be doing one more of these and posting it today and doing two tomorrow and then I'll be all caught up.
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