Hello again, my friend. It is quite obvious that you have been anything but idle in your training since last we met. Your progress is heartening to look upon, truly...but it also serves to remind me that each hour I spend poring over ancient texts is an hour not spent honing my skills.
I fear my worth on the battlefield is diminishing by the day.
Yet I am certain that my studies of the chronicles will yield something of use. In fact, just last night, I discovered how the warriors of my tribe came to be shunned by the outside world.
Upon witnessing my people's prowess with the axe, the armies of the city–states began to incorporate similar techniques into their own training regimens. These are the selfsame techniques I have been instructing you in, Forename─ones which call upon the inner beast.
The consequences, of course, were dire. Yes, their soldiers became nigh on unstoppable, but they also became wholly uncontrollable...and both friend and foe fell prey to the ensuing carnage. Of course, the heads of the city–states laid the blame for these atrocities solely at the feet of my kind, promptly banning the ancient art and imprisoning anyone suspected of teaching it. Or so the chronicles say...
What I find hard to grasp, though, is that never once during my training did my brother hint at this dark history. Nor have I myself ever seen one of my tribe succumb to the rage that the chronicles describe.
Could it be that the tales are mere falsehoods? Stories concocted by some long-forgotten enemy who would poison our heritage and befoul our tribe's name? Who in their right mind would seek to sully something so pure...and why would my ancestors simply bow their heads and suffer such ignominy!?
That my people should be so weak─so utterly bereft of pride─is inexplicable. I refuse to believe it!
It matters not if these claims are groundless─if they prompted my tribe's art to fade into obscurity, then the damage has already been done. Well, I for one will not turn a blind eye to this injustice! If none of my people will give the lie to the stories that have so tarnished our reputation, it shall have to be me!
Ah, but once again I lose myself in history and forget the present. If you recall, I spoke to you of my former comrade from the Company of Heroes, and the great wooly beast we have been pursuing.
The beast remains on the loose, and to toss a ponze of salt on the wound, fell creatures that appear to be its minions have been wreaking havoc on the innocent residents of Wineport.
Were you and I to succeed in quelling the threat, surely the people would see that warriors are no fearsome beasts, but valuable allies. Together, Forename
, we will win back our proud name! Now, let us away to Wineport to meet with the captain of the militia!