My name is not important. The only relevance pertaining to myself with the events that I am to share with the world is that I am Balanx, a recorder of time and history. The events that I write actually happened and I write this with total indifference to the events. As commanded, I simply record.

The Elven army had marched for more than a week to make it here. They were met with no resistance. Only a single Thaxanos army unit was within sights, but they returned to the mountain pursued for a short time by 3 heavily armored mounted units with an enormous Shalonesti army close behind.

3 Dragons, 2 silver and 1 bronze are flying above the marching elves. One can only speculate if all 3 dragons are here for the war or if they are here just as I am, simply to speculate.

As the elves approach the mountain gate of Thaxanos, many speculate how this battle will play itself out. The rumors of the Dwarven army being lost have put most of the Dwarven citizens in despair. How can the Mountain Kingdom defend itself against Dragons and a massive elvish assault with so few rumored left to defend it? The only hope I see from the Dwarven citizens is in the mountains natural defense and the Elvish lack of siege weapons.

The first acts of bloodshed have seemed minor in relevance to the war. Three times now I’ve seen brave but untrained Dwarvish citizens of Thaxanos rush out to meet the Elven army by themselves. Whether these acts are in desperation or somehow a patriotic brave act by these few Dwarves remains a mystery. In either case, they met demise in 3 different ways.

The first was met with by a single elf, a Calvary commander by the name of Rao'nael Shalonost. The dwarf had rushed him screaming with its axe high above his head. Rao'nael, on his mount, rolled his eyes before charging the dwarf and slashing the dwarf with his sword. I could not tell if the elf was amazed at the dwarfs bravery and amused at the dwarfs foolishness.

The second was spotted by the bronze Dragon Tiaranenth as it circled above scouting below. The bronze did not eat the Dwarf, but simply crushed it upon landing. The third dwarf made it close to the elvish camp at nightfall but was killed by an assortment of arrows from an elvish archery unit led by Caridwen Sha'falas, a female wild elf.

The elves will reach the gate soon and I hall record that day in its entirety.