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Spy's Final Letter 1

Listen to me, Franz. You have to go south. Whether you go on horseback, catch a ride with someone else, it doesn't matter. Just stick to the path as much as you can. Don't stay in the city. Leave as soon as you get your supplies together. The situation here has gotten out of hand and many of the passes have already been closed off. Those lords must have heard something beforehand because they've started to stockpile food on a large scale and have locked themselves up in their castles. People everywhere have fallen into a panic. They sense something bad is coming, and have begun to collect food. Some have fled to other cities. You must find our stronghold as soon as you can. There's food stocked there, and some horses in the stables. Don't worry about finding those spies. This 'Tyrant' is out of his mind. He's been raising his banner all over the place without even trying to cover up his tracks. From Kochi to Yazi, then to Zhulong...

Everyone knows this madman is heading toward Conqueror's City. He is a menace, as bad as the Scourge of Winter, or perhaps even worse. The mines, forests, and fields along the way have all been destroyed. Even bandits have a sense of propriety. But this lunatic doesn't care. It's as if destruction is his reason for existing!

The situation is getting serious. We have to get news to Ostaria as soon as possible so that an expeditionary force can be prepared. I've done some digging and have found that the border post in the south to Ungverija is still letting people through. It's a major detour, but it's much safer. I will prepare some food and horses in advance and meet you in Zadeni near the Border Post. Come quickly!

Be careful! Good luck!

Sigmund

Travel Permit 1

His Honour Lord Commander Peter Adler, Knight of Haagvark, Captain-General of the Company of the Silver Star... (much of the letter is a procession of titles and honours)... In recognition for loyal service rendered, the above-named is pleased to issue a TRAVEL PERMIT giving the right of FREEDOM OF MOVEMENT to the bearer. Moreover, the above-named vouches for the good character and loyalty of the bearer, having witnessed the same upon the battlefield and on innumerable occasions superfluous herein to describe.

Signed this day,' PvH.

Born in the Saddle 1

At first, Saffron would move the bodies out of the cave and bury them in proper graves with tombstones, But near the end of the winter, he would just numbly carry the dead to where the snow wasn't so deep and bury them in a shallow grave. He bunkered down in the cave, trying his best to ignore the voices. "Pasture, it'll be fine once we find pasture", he thought. The snowstorms finally passed leaving only a few nomads. They tended their few sheep and looked at Saffron with their dead eyes, Saffron didn't know beneath which grave the village elder was buried, but he felt that he couldn't leave this place in this state. "Time to find pastures," Saffron muttered and wiped his face.

A Letter from the Sultan's Court 1

To our honoured correspondent, his Sublime Majesty Sultan Fatih Suleyman, the Fourth of That Name, Rightful Lord of the Borderlands and Heir to the Conqueror's Most Glorious Legacy sends you greetings. Know that His Majesty intends to make good on his claim to the Borderlands and offers you an opportunity to share in this noble enterprise. Prove yourself and soldiers from the Anadolou Army shall be made available to you. Fight in his service and glory will surely be yours!

A Fragmentary Letter 1

[A blood-soaked fragment of a letter, written by a village headman in eastern Ungverija]

…dragon-headed with square sails, but not seen after then. I have made inquiries as to the missing shepherds (albeit without success) so for the time being we must not let folks graze sheep beyond eyesight of the village. One fellow stopped by the house and told me he'd heard howling but it was like no wolves he'd ever heard. I must end this letter here, there is suddenly quite a ruckus outside and someone is [the rest of the letter has been torn away]

Findings of the Investigation Team 1

Day 1: Those old men on the city council are a real pain in the ass. They want us to investigate the rift. Why me? My son will be getting married in a few days. I'll need to investigate this rift -quickly. At least the team is seasoned: White, Murdoch, and Jim. Captain White -"is bringing his son along, who he assures us can handle himself.

Day 2: We ran into some bandits after we left the city. Nothing out of the ordinary. Oliver, Captain White's son, made quick work of them. What are the old men on the city council so worried about? Anyway, all I need to do is get home.

Day3: Captain White's son tried to take on a horseman by himself and got injured. Fortunately, it was only a flesh wound. Captain White and Murdoch dealt with the rest. However, it was a little strange - the bandit horsemen seemed stronger than usual, and more violent. Their attack didn't make any sense. From the looks of it, Oliver is well-trained as a fighter, but it's a little strange he got himself hurt today.

Day 4: I'm going to have a little talk with the old men of the city council about my pension when I get back. These mountain roads are no joke, and I'm beat. I barely got any sleep last night, Captain White's son awoke us in the middle of the night, saying that he saw someone lurking about, and that someone was watching us. When we got up to see who, all we could find was a wolf. Oliver is a little rash, but he knows how to fight. With yesterday's experience under his belt, he was a lot calmer in battle and took care of things pretty quickly.

Day 5: Murdoch was injured today - he broke an arm. We finally reached the summit today, and we can see the rift. As we were observing the rift from a distance, some bandits attacked us from the forest. Murdoch blocked a blade strike for me; that's when his arm got hurt. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him. Usually, some bandit wouldn't stand a chance against Murdoch, but these brigands are different from before. Could it be that the old men of the city council are speaking the truth? The rift has an effect on humans?

Day 6: Murdoch died. Before he went he 'said that he wanted me to be the godfather to his son. Today as we were descending the mountain, we encountered many brigands. They fought like demons, just throwing themselves at us. Captain White and his son did their best to fight them off, but we still had to retreat. Murdoch charged into enemy lines with his one arm bound so that we could continue. Tomorrow, we will reach the rift.

Day. 7: The rift has altered this place. The bandits around here are insane the land looks like nothing on our maps. Captain White and Olivei guarded us while we approached the rift, then Jim went in to investigate. The second he touched it, his whole body froze. We called out to him several times, to no avail. Then, when White went forward to investigate, Jim suddenly returned and attacked Captain White in a frenzy. In a fight, Jim was never to write home about but he had White almost at his mercy. The sound of their battle drew

the attention of some bandit riders, and White told his son to help us flee.

My son, if you're reading this, then I'm already far away. There's no use in trying to find me. My leg is broken, I'll only slow down. You wouldn't get very far with me, and we could both die. We may have fought dozens on our way here, but the way back is if anything worse. There's no way you'll get home carrying me. I have asked White to bring my journal back "to the Conqueror's City and tell those old men on the city council to get ready. I give you all I have. Alas, I won't live to see your wedding day, but I wish you a happy life.

Preliminary Findings: It has been confirmed that humans near the rift become frenzied and exhibit enhanced

capabilities in combat. The cause is currently unknown, as is the cure. Deliver all assistance to the city council.

Nostalgia 1

Shuisheng finished his bun when the man with the arquebus stepped closer and asked, "Who was that? I haven't seen him before. He isn't one of us, is he?" Shuisheng wiped his hands with a cloth he took out of his inner pocket and sipped from his waterskin. "He claimed to be from Hao Jing, probably a scout of Qian." "That's bizarre. Why would their scouts come to our kitchen?" "There's nothing strange about that. The Qian Army is not far away. He just asked me what salt wås. He'd probably never seen refined salt before." Shuisheng cleaned up and stood up, stretching his arms and saying, "No need to dwell on it, we have a long way ahead of us.

Pack your things. I think we're about to get back on the road, traveling west past Qinguan to Anliang. It'll be further from home. "

A Stranger Among Us 1

[Much of this saga tells of the recent history of the Northlands. One passage catches your eye, however...]
...and when the great winter came upon the Northlands, many were afraid and feared it was the Fimbulwinter come upon us, the last winter of all time that will herald Ragnarok. At this time a stranger walked amongst us, who said that the green lands of the south would soon be beset by winter and war and that we should attack. Some scorned the stranger, while others rallied to his cause and departed south, clad in strange armours and bearing weapons of which we had never seen the like.

A Letter From A Friend 1

Commander, I write to you as one soldier to another. Do you hate oppression, bloodshed, and war? If your answer to this question is "of course," then we are already friends. Forgive me. I've taken the liberty of writing a letter to you without introducing myself first.

I come from the great Isles to the west. Like all Highlanders, I am a farmer who makes his living off the land. I get up early every morning and work with the mountain breeze at my side. In the evening, I go home and sit around the fire with my clan, drinking and singing. If it weren't for the oppressors who have come to our land, those greedy, tyrannical Loegrians, our days could have been filled with peace. I am quite certain that they came just to start a war for the fun of it. In the beginning, they bandied about lofty ideals such as civilization and royalty. After we refused, things took a turn for the worse, and they cursed us as ignorant savages. Then came the heavy cavalry. They trampled over our farmland, killed innocents, and burned our villages to the ground.

We have established an army of resistance and vowed to defend our homeland. But the enemy is strong and we must appeal to the mainland for help.

I have heard that you are just, courageous, and an enemy of tyranny. I hereby appeal to you for help. Come to the Highlands and help us win our war.

A Call to Arms 1

A CALL TO ARMS

Let it be known that the army of a presumptuous TYRANT has captured much of the Borderlands, and even now this host of murderers and other assorted malefactors threaten the walls of the Conqueror's City. The tyrant claims to be the rightful heir to the throne and has demonstrated time and again that no outrage or crime is too terrible if it will further his aims. That this invåsion comes hard on the heels of the FAMINE blighting the Borderlands is news almost too painful to bear. His army is on the march, and tomorrow it could be your homes he burns!

For these reasons then, we call on all the great and the good, the highborn and the commoner alike to take up arms against this threat, to send whatever help they can, and liberate the Borderlands from this Tyranny.

Do not delay, the tyrant's army is marching...

Royal Letter 1

O Great and Glorious Conrad Xl, Eternal Ruler of Ostaria and Protector of Augolia, your most loyal servant Waldheim hopes this letter finds you in good health. Long may you rule.

You must have seen that the once-in-a-thousand-year blizzard has descended upon your land, just as the prophecy said. Close behind was the legendary Desecratois, a blight upon the living.

Due to the heavy snow hindering travel between cities, we do not know when the messengers we've dispatched to other cities can return with news from them. You must be very worried about your subjects, Your Majesty.

However, you need not worry. I will work tirelessly to protect the land you've granted to me. The Desecrators will meet their end here.

Eternally your servant,
Loyal Protector of Huegelstadt, Waldheim

Born in the Saddle 2

"War in the south will reach here. Better be prepared for it. There are always people hungry for power, fame, and fortune, or guided by faith. And the Conqueror's City happens to have them all." Molex blew aside the foam on his mead.

"The lords are afraid. They're rebuilding their city walls and hoarding up food and fodder, planning to lock themselves inside their stone bastions. No wonder they were taxing us four times more."

The old man went quiet for a while before drinking taking a pull from his mug.

"We'll have to prepare more food and hay. I feel it will be an extremely chilly winter."

"Oh? How do you know? The god of shepherds told you again?"

"We're nomads, and nomads listen to the god of shepherds. He's the messenger of life and the bringer of death] He brings our inevitable fate."

"Nonsense. The lords bring you death, and you fight for your own lives."

Saffron shook his head and dismissed the memory. Before him on the pastures, there was naught but dead grass and the howling of the winter wind. Saffron stood upon the blasted land, feeling his heart slowly sinking. Something inside him seemed to shatter, but his heart also felt light, as if he'd broken free.

Saffron turned back and asked a nomad behind him.

"What mistake do you think we made?"

The man slowly raised his head, "We… shouldn't have come looking for pastures?", he answered. "We're warriors, not nomads! We wish to die honorably on the battlefield, not merely survive!"

Saffron shook his head and said, "We made no mistake. Even though the Empire is no more vultures and maggots have crawled up from its corpse, and we can never return… We will live on with its spirit! "

Fierceness began to return to the nomads, or rather, warriors as they threw the reins from their hands, and a twinkle of life returned to their eyes.

"Yes, Commander Saffron!"

A Fragmentary Letter 2

OPENING SOON: An Invitation to the Royal Falcon Tavern, Turul Våros

Winter will be soon upon us, so how better to spend those long dark evenings than before a roaring hearth, enjoying good music, good drink, swapping stories with your friends in the warm while the snow falls outside? Thanks to our benevolent monarch, the Royal Falcon Inn will soon be opening in the great Ungverijan city of Turul Våros, and we warmly invite you to pay us the honour of a visit.

Albert, Tavern Keeper and Freeman of the City

Nostalgia 2

"Dasuo Fort. We're finally on the other side of it," Shuisheng muttered to himself. The general's order was that after leaving Dasuo Fort, they must march fully-armed in case of enemy ambush.

Shuisheng's company marched in the middle of the column. The wagons ahead stirred up dust and dirt along the road, making midday seem like dusk. The spearhead was already a mile ahead, but apart from their allies nearby, there were only barren mounds to look along the winding trails.

Shuisheng and the rest were all born and raised in Yan, where rivers and lakes abounded and none had ever before seen such a desolate place, but the initial curiosity had worn off after endless marching, and Shuisheng now felt as if the sand dancing in the air was pouring into his mouth and into his heart. The group marched through a mountain pass into a wide open plain. Shuisheng could finally see things other than rock faces: blinding sunlight, trees dead and shriveled, parched riverbeds.

The captain ordered a halt, and so the troops moved off the road into the meagre shade and rested. Shuisheng lowered the brim of his hat, squinting at the sun above as a sense of disorientation washed over him. He started to question why he and his one thousand comrades of the Shenji Grenadiers came all the way to these outlands which he didn't even know the name of. Yes, it was a soldier's duty. And they received pay to feed their whole families, so it wouldn't matter where he was sent to. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a moment...

"Enemy attack. To arms!" Shüisheng loaded his arquebus without thought. The sun above was obscured by swirling sand and dust, and the dismal view of the outlands was completely gone. A gale blew up sand and dust into a storm. Shuisheng could only hold up his arms in panic, trying yet failing to shield his face from the dust.

Royal Letter 2

O Great and Glorious Conrad Xl, You are the Glory of Ostaria, the Father of History, and the Benevolent King. You are most merciful, and may your reign be eternal.

Some Weinrebe refugees braved the blizzard to flee to Huegelstadt. According to them, an army of Desecrators flooded their country and were unstoppable. One after another, they razed the towns in their way, sparing no one.

I believe the city's defenders fried to resist, to no avail, and lost the fief you bestowed upon them. It's not that your subjects are unfaithful, nor is it that they are not brave enough to fight the enemy - they simply adoped the wrong strategy and executed the wrong tactics.

As a result, I have decided to bring all our defenders into the castle. Once the people gather together and resist the invaders with all their might, at the right moment, we will pour out of the castle and fight back against the exhausted Desecrators.

This strategy is our last resort. It is a strategy désigned to prevent the loss of the territories you have given us, so that we may continue to be graced by; the light of your rule.

Eternally your servant,
Loyal Protector of Huegelstadt, Waldheim

Born in the Saddle 3

Saffron looked out over the grisly scene, illuminated by the flashes of explosions. There was a figure leaning on the tree next to him, wearing grey leather armour. The emissary spoke in a hoarse and low voice, scratchy from the dust of travel.

"How about it, aren't they easy to use?"

Saffron didn't answer, watching his soldiers make short work of the fleeing enemy.

"This is the gift from the master. There will be more in the future."

Saffron looked at the dark shadow and he was silent for a long time.

"Well, long live the Tyrant, rightful ruler of this land."

The emissary seemed satisfied with this answer and disappeared into the woods. The killing had come to an end, and the moonlight was obscured by the smoke of a burning spear.

Nostalgia 3

"Enemies to windward!"
"Battalion, charge!"

Without any time for preparation, the warriors instantly moved, holding out their modaos and standing like an unbreakable wall of blades. Two hundred steps, one hundred steps, their enemies were charging from up the hillside. Qiu could now finally; make out their faces—they were a group of masked lancers, no more than a hundred, holding short spears and wearing simple padded armor. Qiu sneered and straightened his modao. Fifty steps, thirty steps, the enemies would soon be crossing swords with them! Qiu could almost imagine how it would feel when the lancers clashed against him. But none of that happened.

The lancers reined in their horses a dozen steps away and turned back all of a sudden. Qiu saw countless javelins flying towards them. He swore under his breath at the cowardly enemies, while waving his blade about to btock the flying javelins. But a javelin exploded the moment his blade touched its tip, jolting him, almost falling if not for the man behind him. Qiu tried to ease the ringing in his ears as he glanced down and saw blood seeping from beneath his armour. The lancers were almost at his face when he let out a shout and pushed one step forward with the others, trying to slash at the conniving bastards. But his knees felt unnaturally weak.

"Shenji, grenades!"

It was a command that he'd never heard before, and even the voice sounded unfamiliar: Upon the command, a row of black balls flew over Qiu's head, before exploding among with the enemy ranks with a thunderous sound. Some fell, some sprung up, and the masked lancers scattered in panic.

"Modao, move! Shenji, fire!" Qiu moved to the rear as the grenadiers fired a volley at the fleeing enemies, leaving only a few scattered survivors. Qiu was astonished as if he'd just witnessed a miracle.

Royal Letter 3

O Great and Glorious Conrad Xl, You are the Revered Lord of the Eternal City, the Supreme King, the Defender of Ostarian Might. May your prestige dispel the cowardice of lowly persons such as myself. May your bravery deter impetuous invaders.

I have been guarding the castle for several days, fighting off the Desecrator onslaught. The enemy has beat against our castle gates, they have roared outside its walls and fired countless arrows through its windows. We have not given up our defence out of fear, nor did we lose our forces out of incompetence. The banner of Ostaria will eternally fly over the town of Huegelstadt.

However, I still find myself unsatisfied. I still await our opportunity to charge out of the castle and fight back. When everything subsides and peace has returned, I will return to the city and beg forgiveness from Your Majesty.

Eternally your servant,
Loyal Protector of Huegelstadt, Waldheim

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