The broken lands, the place where it all happened, well most of it… old tales say that this is where the third war has started from, our allies say that this is the place that they call home, but now this is the place where we fight, fight against our enemies, fight against the bigger menace.
Any tale that I have heard does not come to depict the state of this place, a barren wasteland, floating in mid air, where a wrong step might kill you. I wonder how this place still stays together, but this is a question that only our allies might be able to answer.
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This is my third day here and our settlement is under siege, a constant war against the Breakers. I can only wish that the enemies don’t have an easier time. But siege or no siege, other things must be cared for and arranged. The Breakers roam the land and some ‘cleaning’ is in order.
The captain of the outpost sent a couple of his men somewhere to the east of the settlement to survey the area, but he has not received word from them in days, so now he’s asking for volunteers to search for them but no one wants to get out from the relative safety of the settlement.
I volunteered; it would give me something to do while I can explore the lands and bash some Breaker heads in if I have the chance, and lend a hand to the defense.
Starting out, one thing struck me… rocks floating in the air. I knew that this land is broken but nothing prepared me for this. It looks like besides the Breakers, I have to keep an eye out for flying rocks that might bash my head… a man has to do what a man has to do.
From the speed of my mount I could see traces left by the men from the outpost, but nothing that indicated if they were alive or dead, and light was fading soon, making my search even harder.
I decided to pull off from the road to find a place where I could make camp for the night, but this barren waste land had nothing to offer, except a place under the stars.
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