JMJ

  “Do not trust the water.” Words that continue to haunte me as we ride off. The waters around the area continue to rise, now reaching as far as the deserts. Because of this, we have been unable to drop off the rats at their warrens and on the contrary picked up another traveler. Another Naga, by the name of Cee. Backed into a corner by the flooding, we took aim at the source: The Dam our ancestors made.

  We found the dam’s control building along the way, and after a conflict where our only casualties were our ears, we made it inside. The occupying force of Metas is no band of fools, renovating the interior to support themselves and hinder anybody else, but not even the ancestors’ designs are no match for the might of a bug and a beast. Lucio made short work of the barricades while I charged down the door to their office and tackled the controller.

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  It was by God’s Grace that everything turned out the way it did. Were I the only one there, an innocent Eel’s guts would have been spilled today. True, our problem persists, but this story got a lot more complicated than a mere land grab. In the end, both sides are trying to protect their own.

  But there seems to be more afoot. The Mermeta seemed oblivious to the attacks on the Skaven. Something didn’t line up.

  Reinforcements were soon on their way, so we left him with a meeting time. Within a week, we’ll be back with the Warrens’ side, and we’ll get to the bottom of this conflict. Until then, all I can do is write and pray.

  Father, thank You for sparing that soul from my wrath. Thank You for giving hope for a more peaceful resolution to this conflict.

  I pray that You give us what we need to see this hope through. And that you have mercy on the souls of the lives lost in this conflict.

  I ask this through Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit. One God Forever and Ever.

  Amen.