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 25 Des 1232 The continent of Castellum is no longer safe. Srijaya, known for the mentality of it's army, especially their armoured infantry, bares it fangs against the rest of the continent. I'm afraid no country stands a chance. War is imminent. I have sent word to my friends and family to leave this continent, I too would be joining them. But before I go, I must settle my debts and take care of loose ends. But once all that is over, I shall take the first boat I can find and make my way to safety. -The journal of a srijian doctor. 14th Nov 1232 The situation here in Castellum has spiraled out of control. The tribal Kuta, the technological Maja and the economic power house Mataram doesn't stand a chance against the new Srijaya king, Marius Dominic, and his armored minions. There is no way to tell when Srijaya will strike. During the summer months -Jan, Feb, Marc, Apri- When there won't be any rain to bog them down. The autumn months -Mat, Jun, Ju

I was lonely I was scared darkness loomed In all of my days I gloomed I grieved I moped I woed But then you came And lit my day Morbid of my eternal blues You changed my way I laugh I smile I blithe Up on cloud nine things might change friends come and go You may feel scared You may feel alone But I will cling, I will clutch I won't go, I won't turn away I will stay with you  in all of our days