english,
My dearest Camilla,
By the time you would have received this message, I am most likely dead or captured. You need to know something. We were sent by our empress to bring civilization here.
Our empire was forged by the blood and sweat of its people. We have paid the price for carving ourselves a place in this world. During the course of our nation’s rise, we have subjugated the lesser races, and pacified the creatures that inhabited our land. We built great spires and monuments to honor those under the empress and those who sacrificed their lives for our nation.
It was a great time then.
We conquered and tamed lands easily.
We built great cities walled with granite and crystals.
We made great weapons that could deter anyone who would dare to oppose us.
We were destined for greatness.
Even the lesser races that we have previously assimilated were now as civilized as us.
Our children did not need to work; instead they went to school and played in the streets.
Almost everyone can read and write the Imperial Language.
Artisans and craftsmen exhibited their great works in the markets and districts of our glorious capital.
Those were the good old days.
Then, we thought we could get through anything and everything. We thought that no one could beat us.
Until the day that we spelled doom for our nation. In our arrogance we stirred up the hornet’s nest.
The empress gave us the task to tame this new land. The creatures were too savage for our standards. In order for them to be pacified, we had to launch a campaign of purging and cleansing.
On that day I commanded to have their sacred ground burned and sacked, to break their will and demoralize them. It was then that the specter of retribution and death stalked us. The creatures were frenzied and began to strike us out. They were unrelenting, unstoppable, and insatiable.
The moment we killed five of their kind, fifteen more took their place. When we struck them hard, they struck us a thousand times harder.
With my recklessness, ruthlessness and incompetence, I have led our nation to its death.
As I am writing this letter, we are now retreating, with the creatures in pursue. It is only a matter of time before we’d get caught.
In time, they would come to our land and raze all that we have built.
You will never see me again, my dear. Tell our sons, daughters, and grandchildren that I love them, and that I died defending the Empire.
Get our family out of the estate and bring them to the southwestern desert lands of the Saaranedes. I pray to the gods that they be merciful to the family of their conqueror.
Please forgive me, for I have doomed us all.
Literary: The Marshal's Letter
My dearest Camilla,
By the time you would have received this message, I am most likely dead or captured. You need to know something. We were sent by our empress to bring civilization here.
Our empire was forged by the blood and sweat of its people. We have paid the price for carving ourselves a place in this world. During the course of our nation’s rise, we have subjugated the lesser races, and pacified the creatures that inhabited our land. We built great spires and monuments to honor those under the empress and those who sacrificed their lives for our nation.
It was a great time then.
We conquered and tamed lands easily.
We built great cities walled with granite and crystals.
We made great weapons that could deter anyone who would dare to oppose us.
We were destined for greatness.
Even the lesser races that we have previously assimilated were now as civilized as us.
Our children did not need to work; instead they went to school and played in the streets.
Almost everyone can read and write the Imperial Language.
Artisans and craftsmen exhibited their great works in the markets and districts of our glorious capital.
Those were the good old days.
Then, we thought we could get through anything and everything. We thought that no one could beat us.
Until the day that we spelled doom for our nation. In our arrogance we stirred up the hornet’s nest.
The empress gave us the task to tame this new land. The creatures were too savage for our standards. In order for them to be pacified, we had to launch a campaign of purging and cleansing.
On that day I commanded to have their sacred ground burned and sacked, to break their will and demoralize them. It was then that the specter of retribution and death stalked us. The creatures were frenzied and began to strike us out. They were unrelenting, unstoppable, and insatiable.
The moment we killed five of their kind, fifteen more took their place. When we struck them hard, they struck us a thousand times harder.
With my recklessness, ruthlessness and incompetence, I have led our nation to its death.
As I am writing this letter, we are now retreating, with the creatures in pursue. It is only a matter of time before we’d get caught.
In time, they would come to our land and raze all that we have built.
You will never see me again, my dear. Tell our sons, daughters, and grandchildren that I love them, and that I died defending the Empire.
Get our family out of the estate and bring them to the southwestern desert lands of the Saaranedes. I pray to the gods that they be merciful to the family of their conqueror.
Please forgive me, for I have doomed us all.
Marshal Cervantes Franz
Conqueror of the Five Domains
Commander of the Imperial Hand
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