A diary of War

[Kelandros Armelis]

The writingstyle is nothing excepional but sometimes the read notcies that it differs in it´s style, either written during a phase of sorrow or relative clam.


I am Kelandros Armelis, son of Thyregor and Melira Armelis.
Born and raised in Waterdeep, I have lived there for nearly all of my life.
It has not been my choice to become an adventuer, but as my parents lost their job at a noble man´s death and the money ran short, I had to go and make my own fortune.
Knowing that Cormyr offers a great chance of getting rich to make a living without sorrow in Waterdeep is ventured here.
Don´t take my for a little brat with a head full of fairytales and ignorance to the dangers, i´m fully aware of that risk and i will not underestimate it. But i thought to myself better die free and unbent then being forced to beg for alms at some street corner.
I was never a guy who thought diaries would be of any use, but the recent events have changed my mind.
In the few weeks I have been in Cormyr now I experienced a lot of the struggle the people here go through. One might cherish the relative calmness and peace Waterdeep offers.
I never thought I would even survive that long.
But what i found here in these wartorn lands, I had never dreamed off.

I found companions to venture out with, seeking fame and fortune in the endless woods of Cormyr. Some more sane than others.
I found selfconfidence and more important

Written in a soft style

I found love.

The writing gets normal again

All this is now at stake. All this I might not see again.
War again is coming to Cormyr and this time it seems to effect us all.
I heared that a huge army of orcs and demons has set his eyes on Cormyr and all of Toril. Led by a mad mage and his evil master.
I read a speech of the Free Lord of Waterdeep and heared that he comes to Cormyr aid with an army. Other realms are coming too.
That was the time when I made my choice.
That was the time when I heeded the call to arms and signed up with a forming millitia.
I can´t just sit back while other men of Waterdeep fight and die for it´s freedom. I can´t just sit back and wait for my fate. I have to take the chance and do my part.
We have been training lately hard and studying tactics. Humans, elves, hin, dwarves and even half-orcs have joined the ranks to fight for Torils survival. While some may not be the smartest and understand the tactics completely they make up for it with bravery.
We got order to assemble in the early morning at Isinhold, a haven for newly arrived peeple seeking their fortune, recieve our final orders and march of to battle at Arabel, a strategicly important city.
It is there, where we shall win the day or perish. It is there where the pendulum of war is tipped and where we may lay the foundation to victory or defeat.

As I look out of the window of the tavern I see a small ray of light in the distance. The day of battle has come and I don´t know what awaits us. If I had been raised as a beleiver of one godess i would now start payring but since I wasn´t, my mind is set to the coming things.

Will I live to tell the tale of this great struggle to those who were not here in this grave hour?
Will I see the next day?
Will I see Waterdeep again?

All these question roam through my mind, but one is constant and strong.

Will I see her again? Will i be able to hold her in my arms?
Will I be able to tell her how much I love her, how much I need her, how I could not live without her?

I don´t know if I will return, I don´t know if we all will, but one thing is for sure, we fight for our loved ones and the fate of Toril.

I hear our commander outside rallying the troops. It´s seems the time has come. The time to march into battle. The time to do our part in this greater puzzle.

I drink up my last ale, pay the waitress and grab my belongings.
I think a last time of her before I will leave this tavern.

My fate is calling.

[Kelandros Armelis]

Words written as the writer seemed to be in rage.

The pendulum of war has swung out to favore the enemy.
Arabel fell to the orcs or worse and we had to retreat.
We did hold the line but it was costly.
I got knocked out when a orc hit my helmet in the first assault. When i awoke again as a healer looked if i was still alive i saw not less than fifty arrows stuck in my shild.
We could have held them off entirely if it hadn´t been for a damn drake.
Nothing could pierece it´s skin and it was reaping through our lines like we were leaves in a storm.
Many men fell that day.

Writing gets normal

I´m currently in Eveningstar, a city which is important for our supply lines and where we fell back to. The men are worn down and beaten, the streets littered with wounded and the healers try to catch up with the them as the numbers increase with more and more scattered troops arrive. Luckly no one of my unit fell that day even as it looked like they would smash through the flank we protected especially after the drake appeared. A tribe of hill giants who allied with us against this foe got annihilated as the drake attacked us. The Purple Dragons some of Cormyr finest soldiers had their losses too and the army of Waterdeep suffered aswell.
With Arabel in enemy hands they could stirke now everywhere using the roads leading from the crossroad junction.
Worse, we haven´t heared of any information regarding the other forces of the enemy. Especially the army marching into the Stormhorns could be very dangerous to our war efforts.

I spoke to one of our men in high command of the milita and he agreed that information on this force is indeed vital.
So i set off to Isinhold again to gather new men willing to fill up the gaps the battle caused us and organize scouting missions into the Stormhorns.

The battle is lost but the war is far from over.
I hope she is well and in safety.

[Kelandros Armelis]

The writing is relative normal, nothin exceptional

I didn´t had much time over the last few days and for now these few lines is all i can do.
The Silver Militia is busy doing drills and precticing of new tactics to counter the orcs.
Everyone is awaiting the next move of the enemy. The tension can be felt in the air and news of spies who try to infiltrate the militia isn´t benefitting the situation.
If it wasn´t enough, worshippers of Loviatar are doing their deeds in this climate of unease. Rumors say that their actions get backed by the Thay.
Currently we are raising funds for the militia since we won´t get any financial support from the Crown and we´ve got some new members for our ranks.

Writing gets soft

But the most important news for me is that she is alive and well.
I couldn´t have lived on without her.
I just hope she will survive this all and we can live a happy life far from all sorrows.

[Kelandros Armelis]

Normal writing with no feelings expressed

The last few tendays have been very busy. We gained informations that the enemy is marching towards High Horn in the Stormhorn mountainchain and we are preparing to meet him there.
Again the drills are going on and it seems the militia gets better and better each day.

The reader gets the impressiont hat his writingstyle changed into a mood of sadness/hate/frustration

But the trouble is always ready to kick your door in.
Followers of Cyric have made their appearance and attack me ... and HER.
We managed to survive but i shall not rest until this scum is brought to justice!


Insinhold was attacked by goblins and we are currently investigating if there is any link between them and the amd wizard.
An expedition to gain further information was partly successfull and only to the stubborness of the elves we failed so far to gain a greater picture. People tend to be so blind.... they do not take the chance to gain the upper hand in this matter and stay in the darkness of ignorance.

Writing becomes normal again

The next few tendays will show if our efforts to stop the mad wizard were successfull or if more of Cormyr falls to his mercy.

[Kelandros Armelis]

The writing is switching between clam and nervous

The day of battle has come. The last tendays were full of surprises and some let downs.
I converted to the faith of the Red Knight and i hope that it will give me enough strength to survive this mess. We are currently in High Horn and prepare this area for the onlsaught to come. We have been told that the Royal Corps of Monster Hunters is joining the fight and that they claim they are able to withstand the enemy, even the abyssal drake. Their seem to be pretty naive when they think they can stop that drake so easily. We shall see if they are still sitting on their high horses when the drake should appear and wreck havoc among their troops. They claim it is their country that they protect yet some of them are more eager to start quarrels with other religious factions than rather seel alliances to defat the enemy that IS threatening their country.
The religious tensions have become more and more lately and some poeple don´t seem to bother that thy might cause a war within the war. They fail to see the big picture.
But my biggest concern is that SHE is now with me in High Horn and that she is scared to death. I know everyone is, even me and i hope she will not suffer in this upcoming struggle. I rather give my life than see her take any harm.

Dawn has come and I hear the echoes of the orcish wardrums in the mountains.

[Kelandros Armelis]

The writing is nothing extraordinary ,yet a slight hint of nervosity can been seen by the experienced eye.


Once again we go to battle. Once again we face the orcs and the mad wizard. Once again we put our lives on the line.
The Battle of high Horn was a victory for us. A damn needed one!
It was tough but int he end we held High Horn against all odds.
A few days ago we secured a bridge near the City of Arabel, which is in the enemies hands. It was not easy as the enemy sent wave after wave oh his troops at us to dislodge us from our bridghead across the Immerflow. They sent nearly everything we ahd encountered so far at us that day. Orcs,Orges,Demons, even Trolls. In the end we still had that bridge in our hands.
No it is time to reclaim Arabel from the enemy. It won´t be easy as we expect heavy resistance since they know were coming. I don´t expect to see everyone in our ranks unharmed at the end of that day. I expect heavy casualties and maybe we will have to siege that city over weeks if not months when we are not capable to take it by storm. We shall see whatt he day brings.

[Kelandros Armelis]

The writing is normal

A few days ago the militia moved once again, a few days ago we set foot on an island to clear it of the nemies presence. We expected it would be hard and not everyone would return from that isle alive.
The enemy was entrenched in a cave system and we had to clear it out. Again they sent demons and waves of orcs at us but we managed to fight our way through the caves only to face a migthy demon at the end. From what we know, the war might come to an end when we free the last parts of Cormyr from the forces of the enemy, but maybe it is just an illusion and the fight rages on, maybe not in Cormyr but elsewhere.
The militia has suffered casualties and departures over the time of war and regranized it´s formations. I´ve been asinged to a new formation witht he remains of my old one. More men to watch after more families to inform of the loss of a loved one and the hardest part, more people that will judge me for my deeds and i have to earn their trust.
I never wanted to be a leader, i never wanted to be something special, i´m just a simple commoner. Yet i have to do what my duty demands from me.
We shall see what the future brings.

[Kelandros Armelis]

The text is hastely written

Arabel again. It seems like a mockery that the bigest Temple of Tymora in Cormyr is within this unlucky city.
The enemy marches again and it is to us to stop him. This could have all been over by now, the peasents of Arabel not having to fear for their lives and seeking refuge in the Hullack or other cities. It could have all been over, but it is always the same. The higher ones make a move and the ones at the bottom have to suffer. It will never change.
Yesterday we set out to gain information on the sighting of the drake, the very creature that ones cost us Arabel as it went through our lines like a scythe through wheat. What we encountered has strenghtened my opinion that this won´t be easy. It is never easy.
I hear outside the shouting of commands and when i look out of a window i see troops preparing themselves and marching to the northern gate. How many will not see the end of the day? How many families will mourn the loss of a loved one? How many lives will perish ?
I expect very heavy casualties, i always do. Expecting anything else is closing his eyes to reality. Some tend to be like that, but as soon as they meet blade to blade with the enemy it changes their mind. But our minds have to be clear of doubts, we have to realize this is more than just another battle to be fought. This is way more important than the common folk might imagine.
Our numbers has decreased over the several months this war is lasting. Much has happened during this time. The numbers will be even smaller at the end of the day. All i can do is try to keep the men and women under my command alive out there when the enemy clashes with us.

"Promise me to be careful" she said to me as i had to leave her and i did promise her. Yet when i look at the lock of hair i asked from her and then see the troops passing by the window i question myself if i can keep that promise.
What if this the last thing i write? What if this is the last day i will see?
Againt he shouting of commands rings in my ears and it is time for me to prepare for the coming storm.
Will it be the last? One thing is certain, glory will not be gained by the higher ones, but by the blood of those who will perish for them.
It will end one way or the other, only time can tell.