My name is Sable. I am the last of the Erudites, Lady of Brockhall, and have lived much longer than the longest badgermums ever have. I have been a Tabura, blacksmith, warrior, general, freedom fighter, mother, teacher, and friend in this long lifetime. I have outlived those dear friends I had back in what feels like yesterday.
My story has been intertwined with many beasts, many of them being my fellow badgers. I know not who you are, where you hail from, and what purpose you have in the seasons to come, but I know that if you have found this manuscript written in Badger Runic, then you must have been intended to read it. Of course, I will have been dead by hundreds of seasons by the time you were born from your mother's womb.
I hope you will come to realize that those far-off seasons that I lived in were ones of war, rage, and violence unthinkable, nothing like the ones you most likely live in today. It was what my brave and loyal friends, allies, and companions did, for the greater good, mind you, that gave you such bountiful harvests, peace, and happiness that you have today.
Thus I begin my Chronicle, the Chronicle of the Brock, that is filled with tragedy, death, war, and destruction, but also allies, friends, harmony, and nobility.
May you learn something from it.