Notes from the 3rd Sevan Expeditionary Unit
Thur, 4th of Sred, 3E455It is with great regret to say that I have found nothing so far on our journey into the fabled region of Ur. This adventure has gone on for months, but rations are holding up alright, and we still have some time in the desert left. I'm not sure what the politicians see in this place. We should be on the front lines helping with the siege going on at Bliss and the skirmishes taking place in Thul lands. The night draws close and we have set up camp along a small stream here in Aic Ocuel after hearing about some nearby ruins from the local Urite's. Our translator keeps thinking that they made mention of the fabled Signalum earlier in the day, but the rest of the troop has been playing it down. There's no way in hell something that important is lost all the way down here. Anyway, I'm headed off to grab some shut-eye for dawn and we set off for the site tomorrow morning.
Fren, 5th of Sred, 3E455. Just before daybreak.We were awakened late last night or early this morning, whatever you prefer, by the screaming of one of the local women. She had been going on about a loud vibrating sound in the back of her mind and kept muttering the word unescapable over and over again. The locals took her away and remain silent on the matter, but now that everyone's awake and ready, we're headed off to the ruins now before daybreak. We don't know what happened to the girl with the night terrors. I'll come back to this journal entry a bit later on when we get back from the old temple.
The next entry, written on the next day is written in a much more hastily manner and as if panic had overcome the author. Blood partially smears some of the pages, while the old black ink remains legible still. The mold and moisture do not touch the next two entries and are cold to the touch as if still haunted by whatever event did the expeditionary unit in. There are strange spiral patterns all over the margins of the page.
5th of Sred continued...
We were beset on all sides by some force once we made it deep into the ruins. I'm still trapped inside attempting to write this by torchlight and I can still hear some of the other soldiers that were drug off screaming in the distance. I fear I will not survive this encounter and take this moment to leave behind my last words.
I am trapped inside of an old temple just outside of Aic Ocuel in Ur and the group I command was just attacked by an unknown source. If this message escapes these darkened halls, I want to wish my family all the love in the world. We were attacked when we located and began to approach the Signa-
It is assumed by military officials that the group is dead, and on record officially as 'missing in action'.
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I love the change in tone you've created between the second and third notes, the fear is palpable. I enjoy when writer's take the time to make pieces like this, because it adds an intimate, human element to what are often very grand scale events. My biggest question would be wondering if the country these men belong to ever sent a force after them when they didn't return? Was this a national tragedy or was it swept under the rug? On a smaller note, I really enjoyed the detail about them being listed as MIA, because it reminded me of Halo. "Spartans never die."
I've been meaning to actually create an article specific to the 3rd Expeditionary Unity to expand on the group and haven't really delved into it too much yet! I imagine it'll go along the lines of a cover up where the government claims they were ambushed by the heathen Urite's and use it as a reason to ramp up their operations in the territory and to cover their expedited research into the Signalum. Potentially drawing other countries like the Zhao Khanate into it as well, given their close nature to musical notes and the Signalum being prevalent in their own myths and lore. And the Spartan reference is a good association, as I had a similar mindset that these dudes are elite and never considered dead!