Amonst The Enemy

By: Kaytlin

I stumbled into what once was the great city of Port Scion today. I was shaken by the sight of the destruction that has be leveled on this once great city. Only a small area is still under the control of the ascended and we fight each other rather than our common enemy.
The Defiant are everywhere, we are everywhere. There is a constant state of war amongst the ascended here. No one wins, everyone looses.
I stand and fight amongst them, often times out numbered and equipped with only meager weapons and armor. Sometimes I win, sometimes they win.
Most of the Defiant are warriors indeed, however there are those shat show their immaturity. Constantly taunting with mere words. It is the high pitched whine of their voices that gives them away. Immature boys, you know the kind that whisper about women. Afraid to approach a real woman. One who is their equal.
Ah but enough for today.
I am off again for supplies. I will return to this wretched city once again, for I have heard that there are those that honor skill in battle. Those that will provide improved armor to foil the cursed "spell casters". They that cannot fight with honor but must sneak into the shadow or into the protection of their warriors.
Enough perhaps again tomorrow I will once again set my thoughts down for you to read, Perhaps.