"An Excerpt from The Foretelling of Destruction" | Tovian, Boros, Salos

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The following excerpt is taken from The Foretelling of Destruction by Forso M. Dale. p 216-
“This description is one of very few writings salvaged from before Torria’s destruction. Someone by the last name of Boros wrote this right before Salos’s attack. This document is close to 700 years old. It was uncovered in the rubble of a farmhouse’s cellar, and it is now being preserved at The New Torria Library in Fate. Here are the writings of Mr. Boros, approximate year 987.

Fourth day of the second Spring moon

‘The wind was cold. Dark clouds had moved in as if to foreshadow the village’s doom. It was close to the end of Spring, yet the air became frigid and bleak. The wind had picked up, and nature fell silent. Not a bird sang, not a rabbit foregged. I live right outside the town of Darjue and witnessed this peculiar change in weather. The village folk left their houses only long enough to do their morning and evening chores, leaving the streets empty and leaving the town to look abandoned. From my overlap with the people of Darjue, I comment that the town has a population of 200-300, consisting of several multi-generational families. I have never seen the close townsfolk so shut off from each other. I sit here in my cabin, my hand shakes as I write this, but in lue of recent events, something is coming. Something that is more terrible than Torria has ever faced before.’

Fifth day of the second Spring moon

‘It was the fourth night after the full moon. The skys had been the same cloudy, bleak weather for close to eight days now. It was this night that the killing happened. I am thankful enough to still be alive. Never have I taken awaking more for granted than that night. I am writing this the following evening of the event, because i know not what is about to happen. Something is coming, something is here. This morning I walked out to the town, I could feel that something was wrong, but never would i have guessed what had happened. Around the time I reached Darjue, a few merchants were also entering the town. We noticed that no chores had been done, nobody had left their house that morning. Nothing moved except the rusle of grass from the wind, and not a sound was made apart from the unmilked cows in the field. No sunshine touched the town, just the darkness of the clouds and the cold wind whipping our coattails. We knocked on one of the townspeople’s houses. No sine of life stirred inside. We opened the door and never have i wanted to escape a building more. The entire family had been killed in their sleep. Nobody had heard the killer enter the house, nobody had felt the presence of the murderer in their home until the knife was at their throats. Not even the dog by the hearth had stirred before it met it's end. White sheets turned scarlet, a pool of blood on the floor. We proceeded to check every house, but no life remained in the town. I and the merchants counted 183 deaths, all men, women and children. We felt helpless, graves couldn’t be made for all of the townsfolk.’

Ninth day if the second Spring moon.

‘Word has spread, and an attack has been made on Alzta by a warlord Salos. Messengers have brought word that all farmers are to evacuate to Fate. It is said that the defences of Torria stand no chance against the forces of Salos. I fear that this may be my last chance to write and to see my home, so I am placing my writing in my cellar so that it may remain safe. In the case that Torria should fall, should anyone find this, I hope that the massacre of Darjue will never be forgotten, and if this was the working of Salos, nothing will be able to stand in his way.'
The End