Tomorrow I’m off to
Osgiliath Butler Range, where the Pontiff and his small force are doing their best to stave off the impending tides of darkness. The troops are weary so I will endeavor to bring them succor from the skies in the form of junk food, tobacco, foot equipment, and a brief respite from the battle. It’s only a small blessing but it’s all one can do.
Who knows what the internet situation is out there (likely not good), so posts will be sporadic at best.
Stay tuned, and see you in a week!