Log Entry #1
Our whole lives we have faced nothing but pain; something we have come to embrace. We were brought unto a world where death would have been accepted as a gift. To have been free of such anger and strife was a dream beyond anything we could comprehend. Yes, death was something we could and would never comprehend.
Us, the people of Faeo, have dreamt of other realms where peace could have been found – somewhere far away from the war the cursed dragons had brought upon us. It was a lost cause; yet, it was a cause we could never let go of. We were made to fight - as pawns, mere sacrifices. Both races, both Humans and Magmars had no choice but to follow the words of what we thought to be gods.

Log Entry #2
It has finally become apparent that there is no other way. The dragons have long since been gone, though their bodies still cover the ground as a dreadful reminder of our past. However, without the dragons – as terrible as they were – we are now vulnerable. The strain of the wars has finally become us. We are immortal, and so the plague in our minds cannot put us out of our misery. We’d rather it did. Those who had their own free will taken from them then and there, those who can do nought but battle the invisible enemy that was themselves, those that are now gone to us. We no longer consider them as among the living.

Log Entry #3
The land is no longer fertile for any crops and only few dying plants remain. We are living off of what we have stored and we all know that what is there won’t last. None of us are afraid of death. What I am afraid of is how the hunger will affect us. We have all been warriors sometime in our lives. We have all lived through the pain of starvation, but we knew it wouldn’t last forever. Now when we are weakest, we see the truth. We cannot outlive time; we cannot imagine staying sane if this keeps up. They tell us to pray, to keep hoping…what we considered gods are now gone, we no longer have hope…we no longer know what hope is.

Log Entry #4
The mages are up to something. They no longer wander the streets aimlessly. Now they walk with their heads always a little higher, their shoulders less tense. It seemed like a long lost memory in a foreboding world. Some of them have even taken the time and effort to once again don their previous uniform. Pandrik is also seen quite often as well. The forests probably have more than we do so why he keeps coming to the city, I have no idea, but I do know whatever it is, it needs to happen now.

Log Entry #5
It’s all gone. The storehouses all empty.
It won’t be long now.

Log Entry #6
There was a Magmar raid yesterday. From what I’ve seen, they’re doing no better than we are. They must have believed we had some supplies left. There wasn’t much for them to see, much less take.
I’m not sure about everything the Magmars managed to ruin but the central library was devastated. Of course, I doubt anything in it could have helped us. Rumours had it that a simultaneous assault on Virigyia happened as well. If the library at Wirgold was burnt, this diary may be one of the last few remnants that we have of our past…

Log Entry #7
I feel like I’m on fire with every extra step I take. There’s no way this can go on.
We had moved out from the city a couple days before. It was a desperate move. At the moment, we are all too weak to defend ourselves from anything, but it was necessary. The City Square was a wasteland. Hopefully there’s something out here that can save us.

Log Entry #8
Determined, we had trekked all the way to Freedom Steppe. It was our best bet being the previous primary fishing site. To have thought this area was once bustling with life.
It was my first meal in about a month. That measly Moon Carp was as scrawny as it could get, but when you’re starving like this, anything goes.

Log Entry #9
With renewed vigour I write this. The mages have called a meeting at their capital, Daylight Square. The walk there will be little better than the one before, but at least now, we have something to wonder about.

Log Entry #10
My first though was from seeing all the remaining survivors grouped in one area. It was a sorry sight. We were once a proud race that brought forth generation of heroes. Now, we could have been seen as the lowest of the low.
The mages of course, didn’t call us here for mourning over our losses. Actually, they instead gave us a chance. They had come up with a way to enter objects into what they call “empty space”. They hope that if they could send a message, possible many messages, into this “space” it could drift in time to another world. With the message they would place a portal, and hopefully help would come.
This will be my last entry in this log. I have been asked by the guards to place this into the casket though I’m sure I would have done so anyways. Maybe help will come, maybe it never will. I just know, that the prospect of having hope is welcome. Also, I was chosen to take part in an envoy to the Magmars. Many people now believe that our only chance of survival lay with the Magmars as theirs lay in us. I take off tomorrow, and so will this log. Like I said, maybe help will come and maybe it won’t.

Author: iinitial