from the Journals of Morningstar 776 Series C, Warforged Wizard

by Richard Smyth

CHAPTER TEN

Date: 26 Zarantyr 997YK

We arrive at a base camp south of Lake Cyre, some nameless city blown off the map on the Day of Mourning. I am quickly delivered to my regiment leader, whose name is Hammer, and he introduces me to my squad leader, Halberk.

There are about 50 members of our regiment (named Shadow Regiment), which is part of the Khyber Division, and 9 members of my squad. When I arrive, the regiment is drilling in the field. After some brief discussion and rearrangement, I am given a place among my squad, which has its place in the larger whole of the regiment. We are preparing for a large-scale division-wide drill and inspection by the Lord of Blades himself.

I am among many different varieties of warforged, all of whom were originally created for different battle functions. But, here, apparently we are all as one, with no hierarchy and no differentiation. As it should be.

I have finally found a place for myself in the world, where I am to be accepted as I am.