[Player2]

1858 12th day of the eighth month.

Ma, Da,

a lot has happened since my last letter. So much it's hard to decide where to start. But I figure this will give you the best idea. An undead army attacked a city here on Esshar. An army bigger than any I have ever seen. They crawled over themselves in waves, clawing, biting desperately to get to us. But I stood my ground. I slaughtered hundreds of undead soldiers. I hold no shame or anxiety. I bare a great deal of pride in my heart.

I put them to their final rest. Rendering them useless as ash so that they could finally sleep. I now know what it means to have the desire to crush an enemy force. TO wipe them from existence. Know that I and Egreth are well. She did not see the battle, thankfully.

With great love,
Ueagar