To Andunor

Over the past few days, you have likely heard rumours. Rumours of death, destruction and sorrow. These rumours are true.

Drogan, Smugger, and Eroshnak. These are names we have all come to know, befriend, and even miss. We have all bled, drank, and celebrated with these folks. We have learned from them through their stories, wisdom, and through combat practice.

Drogan and Eroshnak fell as they would have wished. Luskan warriors, bought likely by Sibayad or Guldorand, stormed the Sharps. Five hundred or so, while Andunor fought them off, wave after wave, few got through.

Andunor will not forget the sacrifices both have given for the name of Andunor, the Sharps, and the Warborn. We will not forgive those responsible for these deaths, for they will be dealt with in due time.

For now, Andunor. We prepare funerals for two friends, two behemoths of our community. Their accomplishments will be written in the history books, their stories shared amongst the generations.

As for Smugger, many of you know he has left with both feet under him to the mainlands. He will be greatly missed amongst Andunor, for it will be a tad quieter without him. But, the choice was his and he had earned the respect of many, it is only right for him to go and enjoy his life.

Finally, as for the Sharps election, I will pen this. For now, I am acting Tyrant until the election is finished. But do know, my name is on the list, many of you know and have bled with me. Though, now is not the time for campaigning, it is the time to allow those to grieve.

The hunt continues, the war rages.

- Blood Count

       Day 24, Month 8 (Elasias (Highsun)), 188 AR
       Rathmar Vhett