Our enemies have aligned together in an unholy union of filth to attack our defenses and to bring down our stronghold. That hideous Sick Witch has weakened in power, but still torments Tween the Outrageous none-the-less. The Sick Witch's grip is tenacious like that of a hungry hound upon the bone, for she does not relent in her task. She has summoned the Fear Wraiths, and like vultures to the kill, they circle around us and let loose with their well aimed fiery arrows of anxiousness. The Goblin Hordes have set the Halls of Learning afire with sickness and have thus infected Tjorn the Hypercrybarian, making him falter in this battle as well. Like a great shield of defense, the Queen of Amazonia has guarded the fallen and tends to their needs. Teeah de Lowcah, the Portugeuse Maiden-of-War, has brought up from the deep southern regions a great relief to aid us in the attack. Her heart is a beacon of light in this storm darkened ocean.
Strength does not come from the sword or the shield, but from the will. May the Ancient One strengthen our wills and give us victory in this battle.
