Heroes of Khemer
Into the Swamps
Misfortune and grief are forever the bounty of war; this war perhaps more than any I have experienced. Soldiers meet their end during battle as is their due for they deserve to reap that which they have sewn. If I were to become a jeweler as my father had I would make beautiful things, earn wealth and prestige and I could predict perhaps to die in my bed in several centuries as would be my recompense for living such a life. As a soldier that is not my destiny. Within but a few short months I expect my corpse will be moldering on a battlefield, the harvest I had hoped to reap, heaped about it. With good fortune, my brother’s corpse will not be beside my own and he will return to a cloistered life in the heights of the Crystal Tower. One of us should die an old man with clean hands and his children and grandchildren about.
Unfortunately the greatest grief of war is that those who do not live by the sword are often lined up in shallow graves with those of us who do. Our mission within the swamps could be considered successful in that the foe we sought to defeat has been slain. The cost for this victory was too great, however, as an innocent life was ended during our skirmish. The grieving sister of a fallen ally took up the blade as was her right to avenge herself upon the foes that caused the death of her beloved brother and, due to my failure, she met her end upon the claws of a base foe. Trellara Nightshadow, I carry upon my back a host of spirits that I have let down, yours weighs heaviest of them.
We have gained little information from our investigation. With luck the fine minds of my comrades will be able to unravel the mystery and point us towards a new battle that will weaken our foes enough that right may yet carry the day.