1.0: Personal Journal of Capt. Mordecai Ashton

01.31.1434 Anno Dissolutio

Lance Corporal Ellen Masterson of Charlie Company, 2nd Battalion turned this morning. Upon noticing the silver tint on her cuticles and at the corners of her eyes, Lt. Allin found himself unable to perform his duty, so it fell to me. I put two bolts right into her heart, and stayed with her until the light faded from her eyes.

I've grown sick of this war. They turn our own soldiers against us, tainting the unwary, the innocent, with their madness. I don't know how to keep up morale when I'm questioning my own dedication. We need a victory, and soon, or the entire Battalion will be lost to despair.

I don't know where the Guardian is. It's been far too long since we've seen him wandering through the camp, encouraging individual soldiers. Just the power of his presence would be such a boon in these dark times...