The Road to Salvation
Last entries from the field journal of Iker Pahadron, High Sword of Vastad, during the Noctua Inquisition
Day 2035 - Six long years of blood and sacrifice have led us to this place. The dark moors surrounding the city, once fields upon fields of fertile lands, a testament to the dread power of the Keiromancy Sisterhood.
We can see the cyclopean walls of Minos in the distance. Our forces are not as numerous has they once were, but those alive now are the strongest, most faithful and as hardened a veteran as one can find in the forces of the Shrine-Cities. Rain and wind have lashed us relentlessly for the past two weeks as if the Sisterhood means to drown us, transforming the land into boggy marshes that make progress almost impossible at times.
Day 2049 - We have received word that a Knights of Salos cohort is racing to join our assault on the city. Led by commander Stoneshade, breaker of Allos. His forces have been the scourge of the witches and the Maleficium in the north. And although efficient in their accomplishments, tales abound of their barbaric methods and how entire populations have been put to the sword and whole stretches of land salted in their ruthless campaign. But we need their numbers and siege engines. Otherwise I feel Minos forces will not take to the field and we will be bogged down in another endless siege war.
Day 2065 - We have doubled the guards around camp. No fires burn. Dreaded Panolis, the plague-bearer, starts to walk among our forces.
Day 2078 -There is a large storm brewing over the camp. The likes of which I have never seen before. Angry clouds of black and grey swirl around us buffeted by piercing winds. Lashes of rain fall hard on us. I feel something terrible awaits us. Something apocalyptic and prophetic.
Day 2083 - They have done the impossible. Stoneshade's forces have broken through a section of the walls. The Salarians are ferocious to behold in battle. Eager to prove their faith and devotion to the Inquisition.
Day 2085 - The Sisterhood marches into the field of battle. "Smite mine enemies. Punish the wicked, reward the just. Temper thyself as the balanced blade. Press on and judge the transgressors of the faith. Guide my hand." It ends today.