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(Elexus) Entry 11: The warband lost two a few days back. They were trying to evac a Sentinel patrol not far from Day's Labor. Well, what was Day's Labor. They got cut down in my sights, just...butchered. I couldn't pick off the Branded fast enough, dozens in minutes. I had it out with our legionnaire after the op. They mean well, but they're not the old boss. Not everyone can run in, claws out, and be a gods-damned hero. What is the legionnaire looking for anyhow? A chance to get poached by the Pact just like the boss was? Blood and bullets, I hope not.

(Yahuk) Entry 13: Overheard some news at the Serrated Blade Tavern today. Zhaitan's bit the dust. Sounds like the old boss was there to shoot him out of the sky with Destiny's Edge. It's been so long since they've stomped these grounds with their warband. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before they come around here to celebrate.

(Elexus) Entry 18: I was called to the Blood Keep for what I figured was a routine evaluation or to teach a class in the fahrar. That kinda thing. But it ended up being a lot more than just that. Tribune Stoneglow and Imperator Ruinbringer want to promote me to legionnaire! They're thinking I could put together my own warband. The imperator had a few questions about the old boss, though. I gave a fair report, all things considered.

(Luccia) Entry 23: I don't hear much about what the old boss is up to these days-not with these damn ears the way they are. I'll catch a few rumors here and there when our legionnaire remembers to speak up, but they're busy keeping up morale. I said if I ever started slowing them down, I could go back to the scrapyard. Sure, it's boring, but I don't want to be the reason a bunch of cubs end up in early graves.

(Yahuk) Entry 24: Been chafing in this Ash uniform for some time now. It's "clear" to many that I'm still Blood, no matter what the boss thought. There's always another angle with Ash. Always secrets. Subterfuge is fine and all, but sometimes the solution is just a big fireball to the face. Like that Mordrem outbreak up by Scalecatch. There's no trickety-trick there. Only raw power puts rogue gods and Elder Dragons in their place.

(Elexus) Entry 33: Met a cub the other day while training some new recruits at Sniper's Square. Vishen, I think? I consider myself a good sniper, but damn, she was something else. Even her rifle was a masterpiece. We had a bit of a silent competition going on for an hour or so, but eventually got to talking. Turns out she's got a taste for fine meats! Grilled, smoked, you name it. Told her I was something of a fry cook myself and said I'd teach her my secret recipe for chicken-fried steak. Mmm, I'm drooling just thinking about it.

(Luccia) Entry 35: Got a message from some Blood Legion cub a week ago. Or was it two? Who knows... At my age, time gets a bit fuzzy. This Ranoah Grindsteel has been working on a pet project. Some prototype tank. Cub wrote to every veteran engineer in the damn legions for ordnance input. Says she's offering a chance to see her "baby" up close before some big celebration. Showboaty, but it sounds exciting. The warband doesn't have me doing much but tinkering these days, so maybe I'll go. I could use a change of scenery and maybe a drink or three.

(Luccia) Entry 41: I think I'm...hearing things. And no, I don't mean my ear's playing tricks on me again. I mean whispers. Thoughts I shouldn't be able to hear. This...voice...keeps asking about the old boss. I think it knows who I was to them. I can't sleep anymore, and Bangar's soldiers watching me like a pack of wolves sure isn't helping. Ranoah came by to check on me in the morning and had me join her up on the TT6-B. She talked me through the tank specs over and over to keep me present. Reminds me a lot of myself at that age. Glad I jumped at the chance to work on her engineer crew. Gives me something better to do than hobbling around the Black Citadel. Not like the warband will miss me...or even notice that I'm gone...

(Yahuk) Entry 48: The legionnaire and I got in a bit of a scrap last night. Tried to tell them that the boss wasn't coming back. That's after we learned about the new Elder Dragon, Aurene, and her "champion." I've seen the Brand and dusted dozens of Branded. Who cares if Kralkatorrik's gone? What's to stop this one from taking his place? Rumor has it the old boss was invited to the big celebration in the Blood Legion homelands. I guess Imperator Ruinbringer has a hell of speech planned. I might go. Maybe I'll finally get some answers.

(Luccia) Entry 50: No whispers since a few days ago. It's all thanks to Imperator Ruinbringer and Centurion Steelcatcher, and no thanks to Jormag. Would it be too much to get a shot off at the ancient wurm before Bangar makes it his pet? Maybe Grindsteel can ask for me. Speaking of, the crew needs me up top to double-check the deployable gatling guns before we land. We take the beachhead at dusk.

(Yahuk) Entry 54: A few of us from the warband agree: Imperator Ruinbringer's plan is risky, but bold. Nothing more dangerous than what the old boss would've done. I'd heard about some norn "cub" cracking that infamous tooth with a magic bow. But now Bangar has it. We have the power to change things now. And there's leverage in power. We can bring Jormag to heel. The Shiverpeak nights are cold, but my fire is warm, and so is the company. Going to try and get a few winks in before dawn.

(Elexus) Entry 57: The Dominion's finally established a foothold on the Drizzlewood Coast. I spent the day scoping out locales for the best sniper nests with Steel and a few other sharpshooters. We'll have to shore up our defenses if the Legions try to stop us. I know the old boss is with them. I can still see them, welcoming me to the warband after we dispatched those Flame Legion recruiters. I remember their grief after having to cut down their old Risen warband mate. I hope I don't have to face them, but I've gone further with Bangar's support than I even could've with them. His mission is too important for our people. I won't run; I never run.