1 April in the year 991
They arrived today, by the thousands fleeing their own lands only to invade ours. We are wary of them, how they act when the first few arrived it was a nightmare tale told to us we opened our arms willingly to accept them, to offer them safety for who are we to turn away those in need? But our good faith seems to now be our undoing, more have arrived yet this time they do not want safety they want our lands. Those that were once the oppressed are now being the oppressors, news has reached us of villages plundered men, woman and children all being slaughtered because they believe in us. Us seven who oversee the lands who instigate peace who work for those beneath our stations, it is our heads they are calling for and our people are dying because of it.
4 April in the year 991
Borvek and Elizabeth left today for our lands south, we do not wish to see war befall everyone but then we are selfish as well in not wishing to lose our own heads.
10 April in the year 991
News reached us today my once great City I called home fell, the invaders burning the city to the ground. The woman and children had been evacuated out and now sail the coast towards Patrice for safety. Word has not reached us yet of the safety of Borvek or Elizabeth.
25 April in the year 991
They still march even now, we have not given up but we will not force our subjects to fight for us. Many have fled the lands now either over the sea or to the west seeking the safety our now oppressors had once sought of us. The city is almost abandoned now, the once noisy streets are silent…
12 May in the year 991
Borvek, Elizabeth and Patrice arrived today all safe with minor injuries upon them, we are all together again. An envoy was sent to us this morning from our invaders to hand ourselves over or face death and the deaths of our families. But they do not know we sent our families to safety our heirs have left us for though our time maybe towards the end our names will carry on. We told them not to send help, to live a new safe life, missives were sent to all of our allies to our friends who were with us when the treaty was decided… Our homeland maybe forgotten the story left untold of how we came about but our children will live.
29 may in the year 991
They are here, a ram hits the gates our faithful guards we told to leave stand by our sides at arms they will not abandon us they are free men and they stay.
June 4 in the year 991
Borvek was tried today by our new commanders as they call themselves, we have learnt they wish to harness our powers. He was found guilty and sentenced to be executed at sundown, those who guard us now were the first to ask for our assistance fate…
5 June in the year 991
They attempted to take Borvek's ring when he fell, the shock has still not set in that my friend of many years is dead. But the ring disappeared we refuse to answer where, they will not gain them.
6 June in the year 991
Nathaniel was executed this morning at sunrise, his last words 'By thee grace of light.' They do not understand.
7 June in the year 991
Edward stood tall today, we have been forced to watch each so far. Before he was led to the plank he kissed our hands a small smile and a soft goodbye.
8 June in the year 991
Sevinsk, our protector our friend only asked we three not be forced to watch once more. His request of course was denied, we will miss our friend.
9 June in the year 991
Elizabeth shed no tears, she welcomed death like an old friend that he was. It is just myself and Patrice now, they questioned us again but we still will not answer.
10 June in the Year 991
Patrice's last words were not a curse upon those who take our lives, they were not a promise of revenge she asked the power that be to forgive them, to forgive them for not understanding. I fear these lands will be cursed now, our great lands…
13 June in the Year 991
It is dawn, I can hear them coming up the stairs now as I write. It has been two full days since Patrice left, I was graced with two days of knowing I was alone. They questioned me only but once and still they gained nothing of it, the key turns within the lock, my death is nigh…
High Lady Beatrice Kensiskikov.