War of the Burning Sky

Shey's Diary, Page Twelve

Even Shey's lost track of what they're writing

So here we are, some ragtag group of weary wanderers waiting woefully for wrathful warriors to weight down upon us. The Mountain air forging frigid footsteps, forgotten fires frozen from furious flurries, fangs of formless, faceless, fiendish foes fingering forethought.

Forward footmen fidgeting fearfully. Fissured families falter, faint footfalls from faithful farmer’s fields. Flighty firebugs fling forceful fragile firkins, freeing flames falling for fostered forts.

Valiant vanguards verse vengeful villains, voracious violence vowed verging. vampiric volleys violating veterans vitality.

Vagrant vagabonds view vicious vehicles, veiled victors vaulting. Viscous victual vetted. Voiceless villagers vexed vapers.

And here we are, right in the middle of it.



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