Chronicle

Day 01

A red sun rose from the east, it could mean a lot of things. It was a day of blood shed and triumphs. Battles both big and small raged all over the vale. It was on that day that this place was drenched with tears of triumph and frustration. It was just another day…

Day 02

Dark, ominous rain clouds completely covered the sky. Another portent; of things to come. A battle has been won but the war is on the brink of being lost. Silver lined the clouds, something created by lightning, maybe another omen? Danger and opportunity? Someone has to choose things for the hoplites, when will the oracle come and lead the phalanx to victory???