Showing posts with label Defeat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Defeat. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Conclusion to a Conquest


The glorious white light of freedom has dawned upon us once more.
In one day our lives have changed and we have awoken from our long-lasting nightmare unto unanticipated triumph and relief. 

Some time has passed since I last wrote and in that time a dramatic change has occurred to the outcome of the war. 
Palkaan has been defeated!
From my last account you might find it hard to believe, and I assure you, the feeling is mutual, though I have witnessed it with my own eyes.

It was only in my wildest dreams that victory would be that swift, and I can already feel the effect it has in my bones.
Yes, my weariness still remains, but this new zephyr of hope has lifted the heavy burden from my shoulders, making the fatigue bearable.
Despite my outward appearance, I feel alive!
Alive inside, and full of joy and gratitude to God.

Would you like me to explain how it took place?
The details can be spared to avoid overwhelming you.
Continuing from my last account, we remained in South Larlis for some time when we were met by peasants coming from the port of Diamond Water.
Lennox had gathered inhabitants of the devastated cities Palkaan had left behind and sent them on ships to reinforce us.

Meanwhile Palkaan had destroyed Darvern and was beginning to approach us by way of Vernik Meadow, most likely with the hope of doing the same to us in South Larlis.
But unbeknown to Palkaan a plan was set into action that would smite him in his pride.

The peasants that arrived wore uniforms of Agmar soldiers, and I discovered Lennox's own men had traded them for their clothing, in accordance with a plan my brother had concocted.
We waited until Palkaan was in the middle of Vernik Meadow and closed in on him.
Lennox, with soldiers dressed as peasants, came in from the East, Asram's forces, from the South, and the peasants, in soldiers' armor, and my troops from the North and North-west.

Like a cornered rabbit, he had no choice but to face one of us, and since Asram and I had the larger forces, Lennox appeared the weakest link.
He soon discovered otherwise when the said weak peasants fought as fully trained soldiers.

Palkaan fought furiously, but to no avail; he could not retreat or withdraw to form a new battle line, because we surrounding him.
He was caught in a trap!

Jrosselmyr Yendon, the Rebel King of Damar, who commanded half of Palkaan's troops, and had joined with him at Vernik Meadow by way of sea, finished it for us.
He predicted his impending doom and called for a retreat.
In the confusion, Palkaan's men did not know who to obey, and most followed Jrosselmyr as he found a break in our lines and escaped the way he came, leaving Palkaan vulnerable to our attacks and ultimately delivering him into our hands.
Lennox pursued the Rebel King and his men, but by then majority of them had dropped their weapons in surrender, leaving only Jrosselmyr accompanied by a handful of his men to be captured.

As manacles were placed on Palkaan, the man who had destroyed so many lives and inflicted so much heartache to people everywhere, I could not believe my eyes.
Was it really over?
Was this the end of all our journeys across the world as we raced to defend the next place Palkaan had assaulted?

I could not fully comprehend all of what it meant, having been accustomed to this harried lifestyle for many months, until later when I was alone.
The relief was overwhelming, and I felt like crying because of everything that had happened.

But now that some time has passed I am overjoyed by the deliverance the Lord has blessed us with.
We are free of the tyrant that plagued our lands and homes and banished laughter from our hearts!
We can live again, even if it means starting over with some.

The end of bloodshed has come.
Hopefully it will not return any time soon.


-Emerald de Gavrillac
 Queen of Krespania


Tuesday, October 28, 2014

A Dark Failure


Weariness has sunk into my bones, much like the sun has sunk in the west of South Larlis, where we are at this moment. 

A chill has fallen on the land, and a numbness inside of me.
My constant thought has been a prayer for victory, and for this grueling war to be at an end.
But with the outcome as it is, my hope is dwindling.
My slumber has vanished as of late, either being replaced by restless thoughts and worries, or by harried planning. 
What little rest I do receive is not enough, leaving me still tired when I wake.
Such as at present, I find it more comforting to write than to rest. 

I wonder, is Palkaan even human?
 How can he continue this game of cat-and-mouse and not feel the strain as we do?
Will he not tire of it and surrender?
It must be his greed and lust for power that feeds and drives him on past human strength. 
Or an inner wickedness controlling him...

I might as well explain what has transpired that has driven me to this point of dismay, though I must admit it is not so instantaneous as much as it has gradually effected me.

A few days ago our troops, (Asram's and mine), traveled north into the plains of Unoomad, when we unexpectedly crossed paths with Palkaan and his men.
We formed a defense line, and took part in a brief but bloody skirmish.
In the end we were forced to retreat being overpowered by the multitude of his soldiers, and fled to the southern country, and to the city of Manderk.
He followed taking control of Tion, and then divided his troops into two groups.
One division pursued us, and the other bypassed us to the west and overtook Cirdon, the capital of Unoomad.
We knew the city Manderk was not a fitting strength against Palkaan, much as Tion was not, and withdrew further North to the fortified citadel of South Larlis. 

Now you can understand my dejection.
It seems as though we are always retreating, and Palkaan ever getting stronger and closer to victory.
He seizes any city and land within his reach, and does not halt long enough for us to recover or retaliate.
Will we be able to endure more of this?
Or will our cause die, and us with it?

Dear friend, 
I wish you could speak to me, and share with me an encouraging word or a comforting verse of Scripture. 
For I fear I may not survive much longer in this hopeless state. 



-Emerald de Gavrillac
 Queen of Krespania