They didn’t want to say this over the radio, someone might be listening. Command is going to spend the resources and drop a company up north to secure the route to Nicnevin.
If the Caoivish Wardens make allies out of them, that would be bad news for us. But if we cut off the pass, we can stop that from happening. Or better yet, discredit them. They aren’t known to make deals on a whim.
Location of Hand-Delivered Letter The Moors - G7k2
There’s a book with a mark carved into the cover that looks like a star.
Opening it reveals a letter addressed to someone named Ciara.
You said you would meet me here and we’d travel north to take the long route to Morgen’s Crossing. Don’t you remember? People are gathering there.
I’ve been waiting for days, and still, you haven’t arrived. Combat is breaking out in this region. I can’t wait any longer. I’ll try to wait in Morgen’s Crossing. Hopefully the fighting doesn’t make it that far. It doesn’t help matters that I’ve got a target on my back from both sides.
A book chronicling the history and accomplishments of Callahan and his elite military unit called “The Hands”
Some chapters detail how he was able to unite warring clans, how he led a resistance against northern invaders, brought prosperity and hope to Caoiva, and laid out the foundations of the Bulwark to the south.
You adjust your jacket and wipe the snow from your trousers. Tiny crystals of ice have formed on the tips of your eyelashes. When you blink, it causes your eyelids to freeze together for a moment. You’re tired and want to sleep, but you know that the sleep never comes
Where in the hell is that? You’re being deployed to some to some backwoods town? Why do they call it that anyway? It’s probably frozen most of the year, who’s bringing boats?
I wish you could answer me as I write but I know it’ll be some time, maybe years before I hear back. They’re making me a prosthetic metal leg and once I learn to walk properly, they might send me back out. I’m excited. Feels like I just got started when I got caught by that mine.
The break has been… fine, but like you said back when it happened, “You are Mesean, your blood is gunpowder, trenches are your home, the dirt your soft downy pillow. Life is too short to waste working the fields or toiling away at a machine belt.”
Then you said something crass about my mother and that’s where my memory gets fuzzy. Once I get back out there, you bet your ass I owe you a stiff drink.