Araidius leaned back in the padded chair of his study, the mornings events quickly flowing through his mind. His face bloodied and his robes dirty and torn, he let out a slight sigh as he removed his hat and placed it down next to a book and ink. Slowly, he opened the book and began to briefly read the first few pages. His most recent journal entries seemed so peaceful and relaxed as he wrote about preparing to return to Britannia and the home he had in Rhovanion.

He flicked to a new page before picking up a quill, at that moment a thought came to him... 'Why do I use a quill?' he asked himself, after all it was hardly necessary to even touch the pen and paper in order to write. 'Simple is better' he thought again before putting pen to paper.

'Journal Entry 142,
I have spent the day in what remains of Magincia, I fear that perhaps the city is lost, the defenses by the docks have been battered by the invading forces and as I fought my way through the city, I could not see one building that had gone unharmed.
Many brave souls battled hard through the day, some of which may never recover from their wounds. I wonder now if enough has been done to ensure a victory at Magincia, I have seen no sign of any troops of the Kingdom, besides the two stationed by the docks, and those that once called themselves Magincians are also no where to be found. Those that are fighting consist of what appear to be civilians with the odd uniformed member of various town Guard forces. This is no way to fight an invasion.

While moving through the battle I stumbled across a curious crystal at the beach, I wonder what this has to do with the ongoing invasion? It resembles the crystals found throughout Malas and the ones that were seen when stars fell from the sky.
I was unable to make my way to the location of the corrupted Moongate, though the people fighting did make every effort to aid me, the invading forces were simple to many.

For now I will rest before returning to the island for an evening of battle against these foul beasts of the abyss.'

Araidius returned the quill to its place and closed the book gently, he was not the sorcerer he used to be, to many long years spent in relative luxury had slowed his mind and weakened his body, there was little he could really do to aid in the fighting, but perhaps there was something else that he could do... suddenly his eyes flickered to life, he muttered a spell so quickly many would be unable to understand him, his wounds were gone and his robes repaired. Grabbing his staff and hat he dashed out of the study and down the stairs, throwing on a cloak at the same time. As he left the house he glanced at a statue of the fallen Lord Montac Truentis, who had once ruled over Magincia. Araidius stopped to stare at the face carved into cold marble... 'You and I may no longer be able fight like we used to old friend, but I know of someone who can.' He turned and dashed away.