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As we reached the pinnacle of our goal in saving our land four of us had banded together to stop the evil that was the source of all which was wrong with Gaia. Silrin, That one night, Something Skerry, and myself banded together with the help of two volunteers, Guy-Ben and Jennifer. We blazed our way through the underwater passage and into the lair of the beast. There we found our reason for battle and we stopped it once and for all.
The battle drew on for many hours, but in the end we were victorious, and for now Gaia is safe.

Love Live the Purple Cloak!


(*IRL note: this was my fourth and final time beating it, my first was on January 4th. Silrin and I also beat it together a couple days previous)

I have spent the past month battling in a land that is no longer foreign to me. I am battling for my home. Night and day pass as if they were breezes, swift and cold. I often lose track of all but the enemy in front of me and the friends to my sides, and friends there are. As the war progresses, an increasing number of us are called forth, beckoned by the warhorns of Barton. I cannot count the times that I have found myself fighting back to back with an old friend or paired with a former enemy, but in the sweat and heat of battle all that matters to each of us is the growing mob of beasts that swarm us.
It leaves me weary, I assure you, and it will do the same for all of you. Make no mistake, this is a war that cannot be won without the Purple Cloak. We have been bred for battle since our inception. We trained, studied, and hardened out spirits for this day.
So raise up your arms, all of you, Bring magic and sword, fang and fist. Bring all that you have to use against this unyielding stream of monsters that has awakened just as we have, confused, lost, but ready for battle!

Be ready for battle, for none of us can afford to falter during it.

~LJG, Purple Cloak

As I travel through this land I was summoned to I find this coat of arms on many of the soldiers I fight alongside:
I know not what it means, thus I have chosen not to wear the coat, yet I fight alongside them all the same.
One dead soldier I found laying in the fields outside of Barton was wearing a similar, if not tarnished shield. It was even more obscure than the rune on the one of my comrades and looked as thus:
In my many days I have battled I have seen the Barton Guard barely able to keep the peace, with Leon himself stumbling as he tries to fight this new threat as well as keep the stability of the GGN alive. The road ahead seems blood-stained, but I will continue along it and my letters will continue to come to you all as long as I still battle on.

It is the fourth of October this day. It was not two weeks ago when the last sanctuary amongst the great guilds of old fell. The place where we leaders would unite, plan, and form alliances was destroyed. Prior to this our own homes have been in danger. Scattered as if to the winds, great guilds, cities, and manors such as Auria, the Purple Cloak, all in fact, have had their lines of communication cut. We have all found ourselves in disarray.

It was during this time, while I tried to retie the strings of the broken clans, that I was called away to battle...

I was drawn off to a familiar land with but a scant few friends to find that beings of previously harmless nature had come under some spell to threaten this world. Though well-prepared, I was ill-suited for this new type of war. I have learned that if we are to survive this, we must rethink what we knew of battle. our way of battling alone can no longer be. Although we are all great warriors, the Purple Cloak must once again stand together and face evil.

May this be the first of many notes to you all as we redouble our efforts and arm for battle,

~LJG

Just like it has happened throughout the millenia it will happen again. The lord of fools, "the first one", "the first of many" shall fall again. Always believing he is benevolent, kind, loving, and then he forsakes all of that. Only those long dead or those that are there each time the cycle happens again know why. Ha! I know why. The poor First One... rejected... dedicates his life eternal to the destruction of the weak, the culling, as he will once again come to call it. Every time. And they will all band together to destroy him. He is his own destruction.

Ah, those mortals say it so nicely:

"Every You Every Me"

Sucker love is heaven sent.
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent.
My body's broken, yours is bent.

Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.

Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse.

In the shape of things to come.
Too much poison come undone.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Sucker love is known to swing.
Prone to cling and waste these things.
Pucker up for heavens sake.
There's never been so much at stake.

I serve my head up on a plate.
It's only comfort, calling late.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Like the naked leads the blind.
I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind.
Sucker love I always find,
Someone to bruise and leave behind.

All alone in space and time.
There's nothing here but what here's mine.
Something borrowed, something blue.
Every me and every you.
Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

Every me and every you,
Every Me...he

He is his own fall from grace. And fall he shall.
Could have been a saviour, could have been the destroyer. But the cycle has not changed in a millenia.

:::the note has a dried, green substance on it, thick like paint, it makes the folded note stick together, clearly the note has not been read since the substance dried:::

"Now those who were bound are free to roam, and roam they shall until they settled down, though the spirit becomes restless the mind and eyes wander, coveting thy neighbor, and their neighbor, and their neighbor, and soon your neighbor, too. But when they come to your doorstep they will no longer have their fresh pie and wine in their hands, it will have turned to staves and whips and fiery brands. Be ready."