Journal of War
Prelude:
My people have never known, and never will know war. Skirmishes, perhaps. Treason, assuredly so. War? Never. They were annihilated before war could even arrive at their doorstep. Even our first brush with the concept was peaceful - The blockade was never challenged, even as I did my best to undermine it. One day, they left, and it was over. The possibility of war gone from our shores.
A single, unassuming theft, and my people were annihilated. Victims of a war that had never concerned them - A genocide.
Were I a warrior, I would swear vengeance, and die a warrior’s death, attempting to avenge my homeland. I, however, am a man of the land who has studied the hidden history of our people. I am now a student of tactics, strategies and planning in order to guide the world forward.
Why, then, a journal of war? Unfortunately, war is inevitable. The story of these Eorzean lands show countless wars - From its inception, to the Allagan Empire’s attempt at expansion beyond the continent of Aldenard to the more modern wars of Mhach, Nym and Amdapor, the splintering of Belah’diah into Sil’dih and Ul’dah as well as the Ala Mhigan offensive on Gridania. Today, we face the Garlean Empire, an empire that only exists for destroying other lands and cultures. A force that has to be stopped, and then annihilated in turn.
This journal is merely my experiences in these troubling times. An attempt at making sense of the world around me. Of course, the world can never make sense - Knowing why my people were annihilated does not remove the fact that they were.
Within it, you will find a record of battles that were fought by men braver than I, for the sake of securing a future for them and theirs. Unless otherwise specified, I intend to annotate each battle with which stratagem as well as which tactic was used prior, during and after the battles. As a personal journal, it will be dry. As a historical document, it will be biased. So be it. Even if I die on the first time I oversee a skirmish, I will write to my last breath of why you should not follow my example.
Respectfully yours,
Einrich Woods
Prelude:
My people have never known, and never will know war. Skirmishes, perhaps. Treason, assuredly so. War? Never. They were annihilated before war could even arrive at their doorstep. Even our first brush with the concept was peaceful - The blockade was never challenged, even as I did my best to undermine it. One day, they left, and it was over. The possibility of war gone from our shores.
A single, unassuming theft, and my people were annihilated. Victims of a war that had never concerned them - A genocide.
Were I a warrior, I would swear vengeance, and die a warrior’s death, attempting to avenge my homeland. I, however, am a man of the land who has studied the hidden history of our people. I am now a student of tactics, strategies and planning in order to guide the world forward.
Why, then, a journal of war? Unfortunately, war is inevitable. The story of these Eorzean lands show countless wars - From its inception, to the Allagan Empire’s attempt at expansion beyond the continent of Aldenard to the more modern wars of Mhach, Nym and Amdapor, the splintering of Belah’diah into Sil’dih and Ul’dah as well as the Ala Mhigan offensive on Gridania. Today, we face the Garlean Empire, an empire that only exists for destroying other lands and cultures. A force that has to be stopped, and then annihilated in turn.
This journal is merely my experiences in these troubling times. An attempt at making sense of the world around me. Of course, the world can never make sense - Knowing why my people were annihilated does not remove the fact that they were.
Within it, you will find a record of battles that were fought by men braver than I, for the sake of securing a future for them and theirs. Unless otherwise specified, I intend to annotate each battle with which stratagem as well as which tactic was used prior, during and after the battles. As a personal journal, it will be dry. As a historical document, it will be biased. So be it. Even if I die on the first time I oversee a skirmish, I will write to my last breath of why you should not follow my example.
Respectfully yours,
Einrich Woods
