Diary's of a lost Kibinari.
date: 16/09/1439 Aschley Hardon
I have been called to war as of late. My girlfriend Sinza wishes me not to attend. But I said to her, I said "Sinza, worry not, all shall be well, and I will come home with a medal of valour to honour our *houses."
I am leaving tomorrow to fight in my old hometown Kibinari. I must blow the candle, else I miss the carriage.
date: 17/09/1439 Aschley Hardon
I packed my things, and managed to catch the carriage just in time. There were three carriages in all, each with just under twenty men. I hope that I meet up with Gildor, he was called too, but he is afraid of war. I think him cowardly, but I do not blame him, only those of stout heart go to war. The trip is going to take until late midday tomorrow, so once again I can tell you no more then what I am to expect. Good night.
date: 18/09/1439
We were held up today by supervisors, they wanted our passports to check if we were able to travel freely, but us coming from a small town, we had none. It took four hours to verify we could pass. But after we were out of the carriages, one of them turned and shot our driver with a bow. There was a battle, but it was short. We lost two other men, one of them being my distant cousin Ynore. I am wishing to go to fight less now. Eventually we arrived in Kibinari. I saw no signs that a war was to ensue. Were these people even aware?
date: 19/09/1439
In the morning I went to see Kalm, my mother, she approved of my joining the forces. Father was already in the front line defending the town near the eastern edge. I was given a small blue and red band for my arm, and a sword to defend myself with. I am anxious to fight, but I must wait two more days now.
date: 21/09/1439
I am in a camp just south east of Kibinari. Yesterday we were attacked early, and the enemy raided the town, many were killed. I turned to cowardice to save myself. Me and three others were the only ones left after the slaughter. I must go now. I can write no-more, except that I am in a concentration camp of some kind. The guards ar
date: 22/09/1439
This morning I was awoken abruptly by having a bucket of feces poured on my face. I cannot get it off. We were showered in water that burnt our skin, then we were put to work digging the trench for the bodies. Sometimes one was thrown in and hit one of us. Our captives are barbarous brutes. They Questioned us later about our loved ones. and they showed us the decapitated heads of those killed. Two of us broke down and collapsed from grief and being exhausted. Me nor the other one saw the heads of loved ones. He had no loved ones in Kibinari. I never saw my mother.
date: 23/09/1439
I discovered that the women found alive were being kept in a cell, and were raped by the guards most of the day. I hope my mother is O.k. Today we had the burning showers again, but instead of emotional torment, we had to stay in various positions for long periods of time. If we shook, or fell, we would get slashed at by a guard with a sword. One of our number died today. I pray his soul is free from torment.
date: 25/09/1439
We just spent the last couple of days escaping from the camp. We are now on the run, it is almost sunrise, and we have just stopped to rest.I am on first watch today. One of us, his name is Khorda, is grievously wounded. He is missing an arm, and I can even now hear his moans of pain. I fear he will not make it till morning, because his wound is infected. We have no food or water, and I fear that we might be better off at the camp. But at least we are not deprived of sleep. When we escaped I found my mother. she could not see because they had taken her eyes. All that was left were bloody holes. She had been raped and tortured. She told me that now she was ready to die. I could not let her, so I tried to carry her away. We fell, and she was slain by an archer. I hope tomorrow we find water, because if we don't, I believe that Khorda will die. I hear something, they are close...
date: 26/09/1439
We were ambushed at night by a raiding party of the barbarians. I ran, Khorda died in the night, there are just two of us left. We crossed a mountain range today, and found a small spring from which to drink. There is a town nearby. We will head there in the morning.
date: 02/10/1439
My name is Rodd, Aschley cannot finish his diary, because on the twenty seventh of the ninth, he was murdered. I will now tell you the events preceding his death.
Me and Aschley walked out on the twenty seventh to find the town deserted. We walked through and pillaged some food from a nearby home. The food was old and stale, but we ate it like mad men anyway. We were walking around looking at the town when we were attacked by barbarians. Aschley was murdered. I was sent to a different camp, where the various routines of torture were taken out. I was there for a day, then the war ended. This diary is published for the memory of Aschley Hardon. The man with the plan, who got us all out of the camp, but died before the war ended.
Rest in peace Poll, Khorda, and Aschley.
