Player Handout 2

To Whom It May Concern,

Ours was once a proud society. We released a great evil. We remaining few have arrived here to do battle –
- we knew our fight was futile.

The battle was lost but then our enemies were attacked from the rear.

I await the saviors that I was told of by our mystics. I await here while my lifeblood leaves me. If God smiles upon me, perhaps I will see their faces.