The fourth day quickly overthrew the third from it's throne as the most brutal one so far, as a combined twenty five thousand men fell to earn it this bloody crown; fifteen from theirs and ten of ours. But despite even such a high price being paid we failed to achieve anything of true substance.
The fifth day began like all those before it, at the Stone Tables to witness luck's decree, but unlike before where we did so with the fresh air that carried the slight sent of the wild with it tickling our noses, now it suffocated us with the horrid stench of the death God's scythe, doing it's dreadful work.
But that was not all, as my hope for a lucky streak to be made was broken, as luck once again turned it's back on me, giving the day's initiative back to Maximillian; much to my chagrin.
