After many days in this blistering heat I feel that we have finally discovered the city of Yin. We had some Rakshasa followers but my men were quick to dispose of them. If the stories are true then this city holds the key for us to finally be rid of these flea ridden kittens. This war has taken a great toll on this land and it won’t be long until there isn’t anything left fighting for.

We have made our way into the city. The walls are covered in all sorts of writing and pictures. A recurring image is of a glowing sword, with in its centre is a dark orb. These images show many men carrying this sword and slaying all sorts of beasts. I have a feeling that this is the right location. Anyway its to late to continue, we set up camp outside and are now waiting for morning.

My Dreams were haunted by this sword. It was as if it was called to me with each passing breeze. Maybe today is the day we end this war.

Blasted city, we have been wondering around in its dark corridors for the last 3 hours and found nothing but traps and these annoying bugs. So far I have lost 6 of my men because of them.

What have I done. I have unleashed the most unspeakable horror onto this world. Only now do I feel safe enough to write what happened. Our expedition located the great power, but it turned out to be a trap. We finally made it to the centre of that blasted city and before us stood the most magnificent door in all of creation. It was 7 men tall and half that many wide. The whole door depicted a great battle of Man vs Winged beasts. This all swirled around the centre of the door which in cased the sword that featured in all of these art works. I was so overcome with excitement that I become transfixed on the sword.

I press both hands on the door and stared at this weapon of pure power. The very art work around it showed its greatness. The main scene showed the heavens basking all there glory on this blade and the beasts below hiding in terror. On the hilt was ancient Zarakan symbols which read “ The Warden “ . Taking hold of the hilt I slowly removed the blade from its resting place.

I turned to my men and proclaimed that the war was over. It was at this moment when one of them comment about scratching. We all turn to the door and watch before our very eyes as its gold face changed as it was consumed by darkness. Then the door opened and for the first time I saw what it was like to stare into the jaws of hell. I knew that that moment that it wouldn’t be the last time I saw it because of what I have just released.

Out from the door, moving faster than anyone could image came the hellcats they only had escape on their minds but their claws obliterated anyone in there way. They were followed by the Five demons** which would cause so much pain to my men. With out even them time to work out what happened there swift claws drew the blood of mortals.

All around me I watched as they slaughter the remained of my party. Nothing could stop them No sword, magic, anything.

At was at this moment when I saw the true power of the sword. Seeing its ancient foe free it awoke from its long slumber. Its hilt vibrated and then a series of cold silver plates of metal formed around my arm holding the sword. There was a surge of light and once it had darkened my entire armour had changed to a holy aura of good. The demons seen there main threat had awoken with drew to recognized their plan for attack.

I leaped at the first winged beast and plunged the sword deep into her breast She let out a scream that even the banshees would have a hard time competing with. The sword glowed stronger and I could see her very being melting away from the wound I had caused. Her dark blood oozed onto the blade where it burned and fizzled away. Then just the blade struck her beating heart she disintegrated into dust and a flash of bright light filled the room.

This seemed to enrage one of the demons.

I could tell though, even with this sword and its power I couldn’t defeat the army of thousands that were escaping from the prison. I had to escape myself, as this sword could be our only hope for a future.

So I ran, into the darkness of that city and have been running ever since.

I finally escaped and found myself high up overlooking the valley were the city was buried. It was night but even in the darkness I could see a river of black on the dark ground. They headed west, towards to coast and to the main Rakshasa city.

The power of the sword submitted due to the lack of danger and released my arm and my armour returned to normal. I then felt its power leave my body.

This is where I lay for the next few days.

** Raka footnote - These are what we now know as the generals of the Dark Lord.