Journal of Hadriax el Fex
Just when we think we have the upper hand in
this endless war, we lose a battle. The clans have learned how to
use their own mages in battle, and even bring their women to fight
because we have decimated so many of their men. At first we
laughed, but these women are fierce, fierce with a sharpness that
frequently exceeds even that of the men. I am reminded of how wild
creatures will defend their young, holding back nothing, all fangs
and claws. We have taken so much from them, everything but their
will, and they fight as though they’ve naught to lose.
Alessandros cannot abide one of these women in
particular. She goes by the name of Lil Ambriodhe, and she leads a
band of riders who have been essential messengers to the clans. She
even leads them into battle. They have minor art, but it has been
enough to foul Alessandros’ plans more than once.
Now there is also word that the clans have found
a king among them. They fashion him a high king, to lead the clans
in unity. It was the efforts of Santanara, the lord of the Elt in
the lands north, who coaxed the clans to begin working together, so
they may fight in concert.