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January 16, 2007

Jeff R.: The Fall of Fort Brigorius

When the Krieglord's engines broke the walls of our fortifications and his cavalry, riding black horses tall as trees that snorted soot, assembled at the river landing, we defenders of the line broke, taking flight. Some officers tried to organize rallies, threatening dire punishments for deserters. They ended up trampled, torn apart, or worse.

We made it almost a league from the river before the Krieglord's main force had crossed, but not far enough that we couldn't the wailing sound that could come from no other horn but his own, carved from the tusk of an Impudax Demon.

Sounding pursuit.

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