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Be sure to read The Battle for Karesta - Part V-1 first!

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As night fell, both sides finally drew back from the attacks to lick their wounds. Kelket walked as though everything went as planned. But I knew better, from my position I could count the bodies. It would prove another cold and lightless night as the Phyrexians could still attack us from the temple. All we could do was take shelter in the ruined buildings and far streets. Even then, medics had to be stationed with the sentries. It was common to hear the sound of arrows biting into flesh.

Our scouts reported that no reinforcements were forthcoming for either us or the Phyrexians as a mighty storm was brewing just off the coast. It seemed

It was clear to us that Mannichi was desperate to reclaim Karesta, but even he could tell that we all needed to rest. Not that there was much to be had when surrounded by enemies. But we made a mobile camp in the mountains to recover as best we could. Our supplies were few with little forthcoming - Styliane was not the first of our wounded to die, nor the last. The trouble in being in one place for any time was that the makeshift thoctar stables needed to be cleaned. It had been many days since I had last performed such mundane tasks, and after the last battle I was needed something to slow my thoughts.

I took the place of Branko in the task, working with a human herdsman, Credan. An energetic man and full of tall tales, he claimed to have played cards with Teferi and sang a duet with

We returned to the surrounding mountains of Zerapa, and there I gathered my herdsmen. We were relatively lucky, all of us survived with most of our thoctar intact. There are some good things about zombies, one of which is how resilient they can be. The worst injury was a vedalken, a strange looking people from somewhere beyond my knowledge, named Styliane. She went in with four arms, but after a tangle with a windreaver only came out with one. Her remaining thoctars were merged into my force until she recovers in the field hospital.

As I finished the head count, Libra arrived. I can’t express how pleased I was that she had survived the retreat. Together we nursed our wounds and speculated on what our next orders would be. The defeat had further inflamed her warrior spirit, she would

After gathering the dead, we had to return to repairing the city.  Thankfully the buildings were made of stone, but even then the partially melted structures were disturbing to see.  A few days had passed before we got word that more Phyrexians were approaching.  I wonder if it is the mercenaries that have no mercy, or if they fear their masters.  It may be a time of war, but time must be allowed to give service to the dead.

 This new force was lead by a trio of gorgons who had moved to the rear of Karesta.  Trusting the rock of Maroa to protect us, we maintained our defensive preparations.  With so many thoughts, I assigned myself to clean the thoctar stables - after all, even with an enemy on the doorstep we still had to keep the beasts clean. 

(Note to self, correcting typos is a good idea >.<)

For days we were forced to wander the barren mountains.  Our supplies had been lost with Karesta, so we had to scavenge what we could.  At this point I was thankful that the thoctars are zombies and don’t need to eat.  Even then, spent hours scouring the frozen landscape for every scrap of food to feed the other herdsmen.  It was a long time coming, but I was slowly forming into a leader responsible for others.

 Eventually we met up with Mannichi again beyond the reaches of Karesta’s mountains.  The losses we had suffered were staggering, even after the battle, the harsh conditions took many of the injured.  But Mannichi knew how to lead, he drew us together and we were once again a true

I am Sergeant Rokkesh Shar’orn, thoctar commander under the leadership of Mannichi, may he rest in peace.  I am writing this after the destruction of Karesta and the army Grip of Chaos, in the hope to make note of all those who gave their lives fighting the Phyrexians; their victories and bravery will be remembered for prosperity.

I suppose I better began at the beginning.  I grew up in a small village, nowhere of note.  It was at the end of the fourth great war, the signs of Phyrexian control could still be seen everywhere one looked.  We lived on the very edge, always risking attack, and not always by Phyrexians.  But we managed, and as soon as I came of age, I joined the war effort.

At first, they sent me, and many of my fellows, to the

After a long doze, the chronicler of 5th great Phyrexian war awoke.  Much had occured during his period in the world of dreams where the tales of Karesta took shape.  Dominaria was constantly changing beneath the onslaught, and the Coalition had suffered terrible losses.  Conveniently however, a page from the Coalition General's journal sat open to the stars.

(From the Legend of Kelket)

From the ruins of the Phyrexian plains portal, Kelket spent three full days forging a sword from the mana-charged ruins. A slim-bladed long sword, its green-colored hilt holds an egg-sized diamond of the purest quality taken from the molten rock of the New Crater, and glows with an inner lightning. Its hilt is slender like the blade it holds and is wrapped in silver wire. The blade

As Magic: the Gathering returns to Mirrodin, an old enemy has made itself known once more.  Phyrexia marches across the lands bringing death and destruction to the multiverse in its quest to bring perfection to life all over.

 The Coalition/Phyrexia War Game considers the counterfactual of those planeswalkers not sticking their noses in and ruining the original Phyrexian invasion.  Thus for years the valiant denizens of Dominaria have been fighting against the invaders.  However Dominaria has become ravaged by countless wars and the Phyrexian plague.

 The mighty portals that once brought Phyrexians to Dominaria have at last been turned against the invaders.  Coalition armies march upon Phyrexia itself in an effort to push the Father of Machines forever from

Kelket first learned of the Coalition after being trapped in Vodalis Town, home of the Vodalis Rangers, during a Phyrexian assault sometime after the start of the 5th War. In the chaos of the battle, Kelket took command of the Vodalis Rangers and led them to a solid victory in both the ocean below and the surface city of Vodalis Town. It was there he met Mol42, a member of the Coalition of Dominaria.

Mol brought Kelket before the General of the Coalition, The_Great_Lord, who graciously accepted him into the ranks of the Coalition as a Lieutenant. Under The_Great_Lord's tutelage, he went on to claim many victories over the Phyrexian invaders, as well as suffer defeats from which he could learn, along with a promotion to Lt. Commander. It was then that he won his first major victory using