Typos and aesthetic points fixed in [ ]
: Alric seems to have gone [truly] mad
: searching this
: blasted land for the Armor of Connacht, said to be so
: powerful that the wearer is tireless in battle.
A bit of a cliché perhaps?
: If we do find the armor, it will be at the cost of much
: of our legion as the heat beats down on us like a
: hammer upon an anvil
Good, although I'm somewhat skeptical of the title making an appearance in the text.
: He continues to drive us on, pushing us [to] exhaustion
: [in our] search for it
: muttering something about a being he
: refers to as "the Head" having sent him on
: this futile venture.
Nice, I agree that the Eastern army may have known nothing of the Head.
: As I write these lines, the [horizon] is suddenly darkened
: [by] thousands upon thousands of Undead[.]
: [We must now]
: make haste to defend ourselves, or flee, which in our
: condition will almost undoubtedly lead to our
: destruction.
Well written with less clichés from the games as usual. Keep it up Seraph.
