The Drums Begin

Thazmug stared at the scroll even as he sat, drinking the ice cold water. It gnawed at him, and the parchment pulsed, like it was alive. The ink glistened like it had been written that morning, and his head pounded.

"Is it enchanted?" He ventured to ask, though his voice cracked.

The scribe shook his head. "Only by fear. Fear of what it holds."

"What does it hold?" Thazmug asked, wiping his forehead. He felt like he was sitting next to a forge.

"The records. Of our mistakes." The scribe said quietly, his face forlorn.

Thazmug looked down at the heading of this next part. The Drums Begin.

Extract from the Testimony of General Sandstone, Imperial Guard, taken in Ironhand 4834

Questioner: "General, even now the Imperial Guard refer to the sound of drums in the sand. Can you tell me a bit about this?"

Sandstone: "Aye, I still hear it when I close my eyes on quiet nights. It was like... like hearing your own heartbeat, [Name Redacted By Order of the 86th Eternal Emperor]. Rhythmic, unceasing."

Questioner: "I spoke with a Colonel previously, he talked about a veritable sandstorm of emotions."

Sandstone: "I know what he's talking about aye. Only the thick of battle calmed it. The drums, it was like you wanted to fight. Like you needed to fight or you'd die. When Neptis first put on that mask, we didn't know what happened, not at first. It was alarming, but there was still a war. The Western Clans weren't going to defeat themselves, though in a way, I guess they did."

Questioner: "General, to be frank I don't believe these casualty reports from these first battles."

Sandstone: "Of course you don't you daft bastard! You weren't there. Men fought until their hearts exploded from the stress of it all. When I had to stop Jozbrik from killing an officer who surrendered I knew something was wrong. The zone of silence is what ended up saving us."

 

Thazmug almost refused to believe his eyes, and glanced up at the Scribe.

"Their hearts exploded?" He asked, his voice a shaky whisper.

"That's what the reports say, Your Majesty." He replied quietly. "It was... well it was certainly something."

Thazmug for the first time became slightly suspicious of the Head Scribe. But the scroll before him was a more pressing concern. The other accounts painted the same grim story. Blood lust and outright insanity in the normally disciplined Imperial Army and House Troops. Summary executions and civilian deaths being treated with indifference, as if the goal was to keep the war going for the sake of it.