Day 235:
The war is like a see saw, you know. One moment it is going up, and therefore, in your favour, the next, an absolute shambles! Legions, Rabians, and now hells creatures!
Yet I am not overly concerned, for Solinar -always- comes out victorious, thanks to the sacrifices of her brave soldiers. It makes me proud, truly, to see them fight! Oh, and how they fight! It is magnificent, yet the sacrifice makes me weep. Just how much more does the city have left to give? I do not know, yet there is always good men and women willing to defend her.
Which. . .brings me to the next topic: That scumbag of a council Chairman, Galdredhan.
If the sacrifice of good people makes me weep, then to see for whom they are dying, and how they are being wasted. . .well, I cannot describe the sadness I feel, nor bring myself to justify their loss.
This man is a monster. He lies, he cheats, he uses -murder- as a political tactic! Oh, and he also practically rules the city, nobody dares challenge him, nobody has the courage to speak out in his presence, for those that do so tend to go missing oh so conveniently. . .
This ends now. I do not care what forces he marshals against me, but I will end his cold, clammy grip on this city, for Domorus wishes me to make her clean once more, not only that! But the sheer principle of allowing Solinar's biggest crime lord to remain in power uncontested, and able to do as he pleases. . .
On a lighter note, it is Elizabeth's birthday tomorrow! Eight years old already! My goodness, how fast they grow up. . .I already have a present for her of course, and I do hope she'll like it, the poor child, but what little girl hasn't wished for her very own pony?
It is hard to care for so many, yet we must try, for my own children, and therefore, their parents, lie dead. I will not let that happen to these delightful little dears.
For Solinar, and her people.
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