Destiny seems to have split our dream asunder and I fear it bodes ill for my fate. I do not understand the will of Gods. When I think they have laid a path before us, it is then blown to the mists. When we seemed first on the eve of uniting our Sextet of Dreams, the Dwarven duo were taken from us. Sent far to Forge, I fear what will become of us with the circle joined and then broken. Perhaps Forge is where we must journey.
The guard seem willing to aid us here and with them we have shared blood against the terrible dead. The power of steel in the hands of the willing seems able to conquer the restless dead that appear to guard our sly deceiver, and I wonder how long he can call on the fallen to aid him. I think this bodes well for our future endeavors, but I fear without direction we will soon share the fate of the good men already fallen attempting to discern the true face of our enemy. I willse my sister again, but I think not so soon as this. Erastil will watch my back while Gorum guides my hand through some terrible fate I think. Blood and many moons will yet reveal the will of Gods. Father steel my heart and keep to Mother if you are able.
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