Generation 11 – Year 3904 – Chronicler Xyra Olar
"I remember Othor Cain—may the gods rest his soul. In the end, he was but an empty shell. Yet before that, he taught me all he knew. How to keep this chronicle. How to record the fate of our people.
Zericho now decides who gets what. All the cards are in his hands. All the supplies belong to him.
He tasked the chronicler with preserving the memory of all that happens. He seeks the answer to death within these scrolls. He desires his name to live on forever.
And me? I do not know if everything I write is the truth or merely the way I see things."
Generation 11 – Year 3915 – Chronicler Xyra Olar
"We left everything behind.
Our proud city is now nothing but a corpse upon the face of the earth. Only the shadows of our dreams remain there. The very ghosts of our fathers.
Our people drew closer. We supported one another as we followed Zericho northward, beneath the warm rain.
Somewhere out there is a refuge for us. A glimmer of hope.
Surely, we can not the only ones left."
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