• Great Tree Moon, Imperial Year 731 Our fleet departed Brigid without incident. Blessed with calm seas, we soon saw the land of Dagda rising up before us. Beyond a startlingly white beach lay dense and ominous woods.
  Our information indicated that a settlement should be nearby, but there were no signs of people or boats, let alone any sort of structure. We pondered whether to turn our rudder north or south...
• ...Suddenly, there was a flurry of arrows. The enemy was shooting at us from between the trees. Caught unaware, many men were struck. I rushed to lift my shield. However, we soon realized the arrows lacked in both number and force.
  The Dagdan army had lost many soldiers in Mach, and then Brigid. They had strength enough to mount a defense of sorts, but perhaps this would be easier than we had thought...
• The third fleet, led by Viscount Hymir's son, was drawn into an inlet. An enemy trap. How could he not have seen it? We had intended to veer around the eastern tip of the cape, but through the fog we saw there was a coast to the south as well.
  With nowhere to go, our ships careened into each other. The lead ship was capsizing, seemingly run aground. Before our very eyes, our comrades...
• ...The sea was aflame. What sorcery is this? The flames were like a great serpent, its tongue flickering towards our ships. In the open sea, the enemy fleet surrounded us. None of us would make it home alive if we could not break through somehow.
  Though considering how the emperor will react to our defeat, perhaps it would be best to die here anyway. Still, we cannot abandon our pride...
• ...Brigid has turned on us and sunk half of our ships that attempted to dock in their port. It pains me to say that all we can do now is run. Brigid only threw in with us after Dagda's losses.
  Now that the tide has turned, they've thrown in with Dagda again. Savage islanders. Their king never intended to honor our agreement for a second. We never should have...
• ...I can see Nuvelle. We live to tell the tale. We return with less than a tenth of the ships we set sail from Ginnung with. We were well and truly decimated. What's more, we've lost Brigid as an ally.
  The Dagdans are truly fearsome. They dance in the air and set fire to the sea. One moment they frolic in the woods, the next you see their fangs. Just what are they...