May 31st, 2011
Outskirts of Aekea
My arm is throbbing like its been snapped in two and my Lt. Commander and son, Ita is busy setting my arm. Apparently, some army whose name I have yet to learn has decided on an all out offensive on the city. Jo being his idiot self never returned with the reinforcements leaving me and Ita here struggling to survive. Hopefully Dark Samuri can arrive with our air-support...
Life of a descendant
6000 years after the fall of argnon, the great, great grandson of the original Ronjah Sarran Chronicles the days of his life and the challenges he has inherited from his great great grandfather after he himself has ben stranded on the strange planet