We held the temple for four months against the attackers. We are the followers of Kraddoc the God of war and we showed them the word War meant. But now I fear we cannot hold them much longer. Our food supplies are short and we cannot break the siege, our numbers are not sufficient for an action of that nature.

We keep praying for help to arrive but from what little news we get of the outside world it seems unlikely. Everyone else is in a similar state to us so there is little help to send us even if they could.

We stayed and held the temple on my order. I am the one who has condemned us to die but we believe that we are not yet lost. That it is our purpose to be here and that help will come. Why do I believe so strongly? Well that’s because I was the one to see the vision.

The vision was of a hooded figure trudging wearily through the snow. His cloak pulled close around him not just to try and keep out the cold but to conceal what he carried for possession of such an item was sure to bring him death if it were discovered.

That item he carried was our hope, for he carried the Hammer of Kraddoc. The most powerful and most sacred relic of Kraddoc. If that weapon made it here then we could see this siege broken with its power and so we stay, knowing it may mean our deaths but believing it will be our salvation.

The traveller has not come and our end is near. We pray that he comes soon. The alter has been prepared with the hiding place within it left open. All that needs to be done is to empower the alter and it will be sealed again leaving no sign of its existence.