[h3] A Hero’s Diary [/h3]

May 27th 1918,
Dear Diary

As I sit here in this trench waiting for the inevitability of tomorrow to come for us. To charge once more over no man’s land, I can’t help but think, think of how this war has cost the lives of so many young Retherian. These lives which could have been so easily prevented if not for the fact of our inept and useless officers which are part of our nobility. For in the days of yore they choose titles like Baron,Count or Duke they have since titled themselves as Captain,Major or Colonel and while their title may have changed their unwillingness to adapt to the modern age or to even consider the possibilities that those below them may have some better tactic or idea has remained the same. This has only cost us lives as of yet, but should it continue I fear the war may lose, as the news report has it the Empire of Grenaza has already capitulated to the damned pact of unity which only puts more pressure on us. As the Vornheim have always put up a good fight, which we would normally beat but due to our inept leaders and advancing technologies we can only push so far. But that hasn’t stopped our men for I can hear the high spirits of my fellow squadmates singing our national anthem. Anyways it’s late and I must get some sleep I have many messages to run tomorrow and any loss of sleep could end me in a second.

Corporal Draven Lurdoff

[h3] A Step Away[/h3]
While the Empire of Grenza may have capitulated, those within the Rethfedian high command remained vigilant, they had already pushed deeped into Vornheim lands and spirits amongst the soldiers were high. Yet why they feet were ready to march the knife which would cut the ankles was already brewing. For the industries which were owned by Blaquinians and were getting tired of the loss of materials wanted peace as well as the riches to flow. They began holding meetings, finding ways to form a democracy and rallying the people against the monarchy, however the people were lied to. There were plenty of resources to go around and the royal navy were able to allow enough trade ships through. Yet many believed it was the Republic of Blaque which influenced its citizens to stop the war and bring peace and order and so they did the revolution started on November 28th 1918, and with the army fighting it lasted 10 days before the monarchy fled and a republic was installed. Peace negotiations then began and all the men on the front were forced to return home, defeated and betrayed but not by their country men but by Blaquinians and their damned ways.