*Excerpt from the journal of a druid*
This was a good month, maybe. At least it could have been worse. They say the last castle of the Eagle Kings has been stormed and the war is over at last.
And finally they have given me some of the items I asked for done the ritual I designed. The stars shine brighter then ever now. There are countless stars that could not be seen that are now clearly visible, as I exected. This will help me to understand the patterns they follow. The patterns that everything follows. There is no magic of earth or life as they are thinking the source of all magic - of all movement - are the stars.
They don't understand how important my studies are. So many resources were by their war efforts and I have to fight for every single coin to fund my research. Where could I have been now if I had just been given what I need.
Even now as the wounded are moving home from the castles of Caelum they are discussing war plans again. "To keep the balance in the world". What is the point of this. War will not solve anything. I will againdiscuss it with them tonight and prove that there will come no good from a new war - but I fear they will not listen. Again I will have to study alone with what is left after the warlords have take what they want.
My only comfort is that future generations will thank me - and the wine.
Come on someone else write something up, this is fun.
