Momentem..

[KrondorZuula]

The thundering drums of Imperial make their way through Magincia and Nujel'm, their march echos through the cities. "The time for change is upon us. Soon the resistance and reinforcements from the whitecoats will cease. The towns will be in our grasp, and we will be able to return to the holy sanctuary of our Brother Raven Darkblade. Our siege has taken us through many moons, and i expect there to be more to go. But! our forces are still just as strong as they were when we began.."

Tonight yet again we walked through the towns, with ease our footmen secured the premise. We awaited any sign of resistance and found none. Tyrion, Maven, and myself, made our way to the palace of Nujel'm, as we strolled through the old gardens, Tyrion paused a moment. Maven and I took a seat to the side of the garden, and awaited him, he was in some sort of a trance, a flashback we figured from long ago when he once strolled through this garden in peace. I then felt Esuna's presence even more intensely now, a burning sensation in my heart. As if she was giving me the motivation to push even harder than ever before. I jumped up onto my steed and called for my brothers, "Now is the time! We must make this palace encapsulated in an aura of Esuna's strength, Let it known to all, that we will not stop without a damn good fight!" Tyrion called for us to help concentrate with him to envelop the palace in an aura, "Defigo!" Maven and myself chanted, as the orange glow grew stronger. "We have done it brothers! Let us continue on with our task!" Tyrion called for our small platoon of soldiers, "Men! insure that the island is secure, ensure the safety of all civilians, they are not to be harmed! but make sure to show any remaining town guards the way out of here, if they don't cooperate, you know what to do" Tyrion gives them a wink as he finishes commanding them, and they all rush off to complete their task. As the night went on we awaited any sign of resistance, to our avail no sign of the whitecoats banners where to be seen. Maven yawns as he looks to the stars. "Aye Brother it is certainly getting late, we shall give it a rest for tonight and continue on the next eve."

Signed, Alaric Xeras, Priest of Her