Tales from Etheraz: Agarion’s Journal

Trihelial 295 of DuRai, First Phase, 48th Day

I’m so tired. There’s so much to be done, and so little time. I can only burn the candle at both ends for so long before the wick is gone. Sable, too, is overwhelmed, and Forthwind is the only reason either of us is even remotely functional. 

I’m sorry, my brother, that I do not have the words to express how much of a help you have been to me. They were scraped out of me by Blakka, along with everything else. 

Bit by bit I put myself back together, and bit by bit Blakka draws closer. Our days here at the fort are numbered – they already know where we are. And to think that Sable breached the idea of allying with them. He should know better. Already I have had to execute a smith’s assistant who was trying to defect. The mood here is grim, and it is all I can do to keep us from descending into despair. We must stay focused if we want to have even the slightest chance of surviving the coming onslaught. 
All that remains is to see how long we can stand here before we are overrun. I will not let myself fall into their hands. Not again.
– Agarion