Excerpt from a journal. Black Peaks Regiment, Anonymous.

  …Today, Rada and Erwan succeeded.

  The rumbling from the peaks was like the hammer of the gods, and the stones trembled as the snow hammered down from the heights. Half of the Orc strength was buried under the snow.

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  We searched for our comrades, but we hold little hope for their return, and we commit their spirits to the mountain.

  Tonight, we will sing quiet songs to their memory, for we know that this night and for all nights that come, the Orcs would have no moment of rest, for they know that the very spirits of the Black Peaks are against them…