Name/occupation: General Pompi Paul, Empire of Thoang.

Location: Overeastern, Subal

We have broken through the forts of the Astoal Nation, charging over and over at them wave after wave, crashing against them until they were forced to retreat. The battlefield in Overeastern, now littered with bodies (or what's left of them) of both belligerents, it is impossible to escape the sight, smell, lost we have encountered these past weeks.

As I inspected the men I noticed that most of the swords on their hips we're not cleaned yet, the blood from the Astoal's still stained the metal and hilt and smelled fresh like it has just impaled a poor man just a little while ago. Their uniforms are tattered and footwear have been reduced to rags wrapped around their ankles down.

The rain continues the fall upon us as it takes a toll on us as I'm sure it did the Astoals, our spears have turned dull as has our swords and our men are cold, wet and exhausted. As a General I should tell them to take the pain and fight on but as a human being I take pity on them for no man should desire this end.

We call for reinforcements but wonder when they will come or even if, we know King Leopold of Astoal will jump the first chance he gets to reclaim this land of crops and soldiers. The clock is ticking for we our ordered to fight to the death for our Emperor, as the days turn into night we know of only two things:

We need help and if we don't get it we'll die!

END