I have spent the past month battling in a land that is no longer foreign to me. I am battling for my home. Night and day pass as if they were breezes, swift and cold. I often lose track of all but the enemy in front of me and the friends to my sides, and friends there are. As the war progresses, an increasing number of us are called forth, beckoned by the warhorns of Barton. I cannot count the times that I have found myself fighting back to back with an old friend or paired with a former enemy, but in the sweat and heat of battle all that matters to each of us is the growing mob of beasts that swarm us.
It leaves me weary, I assure you, and it will do the same for all of you. Make no mistake, this is a war that cannot be won without the Purple Cloak. We have been bred for battle since our inception. We trained, studied, and hardened out spirits for this day.
So raise up your arms, all of you, Bring magic and sword, fang and fist. Bring all that you have to use against this unyielding stream of monsters that has awakened just as we have, confused, lost, but ready for battle!
Be ready for battle, for none of us can afford to falter during it.
~LJG, Purple Cloak
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