Liege,
I was told there would be no more shipments, yet within the last week, four have arrived. I said no more and I meant it. I am beginning to lose patience. Now is not the time. Any further shipments will not be permitted entrance into the city.
The dead continue their march north. Their death... is a disease. The animals, the trees and the land itself have become tainted. Their goals still remain a mystery to us, they make no attempts to communicate. The Vulmane have come to some sort of agreement with the elves of Leth Nurae and will be permitted to take refuge in the outskirts of their forest... at what I cost though, I wonder.
The Halflings have nearly abandoned Willowroot, only a few of the more stubborn residents remain.
Targonor is a proud city. We will not flee. Even now, our armies are being assembled and mobilized. We will overwhelm the dead and with the full might of Targonor, rip them from the surface of Thestra.
The Gold Eagle Brigade will be at the vanguard. Their cavalry riders are unrivaled. In two weeks time the armies of Targonor march south to meet and destroy the invaders.
CRW
I have just turned a shipment away from the gates. Next time I will confiscate the goods and put the drivers in prison. Consider our relationship terminated.
CRW
