One week. One week since these creatures swept down on us in numbers too vast to count. It feels like a decade. Everything is upside down.

They’re everywhere. We’ve avoided the bulk of their forces, but their patrols scour the countryside for resistance to subdue and goods to plunder. We’ve heard rumors that these monsters are called “draconians.”

Even in death, these reptilian warriors cause misery, exploding in gouts of acid or plumes of gas. Be careful.

Even if we survive the invaders, we don’t have enough to eat, and little planting is being done in the surrounding lands with armies on the march. How do we live through a year with no harvest?

I don’t know how long we’ll hold out or who’ll read this. I hope only these words serve as a warning to someone.

Ollen Nahled,
Commander at Wheelwatch Outpost