Arrowhead entry: 13After Effect:Remke had done what she had vowed to do. Carrying nothing but the old leather armor she had originally worn and her first weapons, Rem located the jail of her close friend. Spending many the hours strategizing how she would accomplish her plan, she grew bitter with hatred. Unfortunately, when she had finally crept into the impenetrable castle, she was intercepted by prison guards and thrown into the cell next to Joan. Days past, and Remke slowly lost her fighting spirit as the constant beatings and starvation drained her life away. The day before Jeanne's execution, Remke finally succumbed to death and passed away. While Joan's memory lives on through the many people who admire her, Rem's determination remains buried in an unknown crypt, in an unread journal, waiting for some unknowing soul to stumble upon them.
Arrowhead entry: 12Date: May 24th 1430A terrible injustice has occurred. No words will ever comfort my inconsolable heart. The previous day's battle was executed as planned but, our army wasn't as indefatigable as we thought. The drained soldiers halfheartedly hacked at our British counterparts. By the end of the day I had retreated to learn that our leader, Joan, had been taken captive by English scum! Rage that had lay dormant in my soul was ignited. I have now packed all of my belongings and have set out for one goal, to save Jeanne from her terrible incarceration. Having no doubt in my mind that this will be these will be the last words that this war worn woman will ever write; I have no regrets, just
Arrowhead entry: 11Date: February 16th 1430Battles are blurring together, this journal is the little I have that sustains my sanity. I've failed to mention in the previous log that Jeanne was ennobled by our blunder head of a king. It was a joyous day for many of us. That momentous event gave me hope that we will soon win this grievance of a war. I no longer possess the dread I once had; I truly believe that future skirmishes will end in our favor.
Arrowhead entry: 10Date: December 21st 1429The days are swamped with raiding and the incessant stomping of boots on crackling gravel! My legs ache at the thought. It has been awhile since my quill has scribbled down my thoughts. Feelings of rage and bloodlust that used to engulf my blacken heart have started to fade. The rush I felt when I slew a British officer does not come. Sometimes, I catch myself pitting them. Then I recall that they have brought this horrifying war upon themselves, and revulsion consumes my pity! Even through these conflicting feelings, I know my heart's goal and true purpose in life. To slay the English threat, and to serve loyally under my captain Joan!
Arrowhead entry: 9Date: August 9th 1429Disaster has fallen upon us! Apparently I had reason to doubt my fellows (and myself for that matter) ! Dear lord! The rune that has once been our untarnished reputation is now shattered, like broken glass upon the very dirt we march on. I do realize I am being melodramatic, although our defeat at Paris was a devastating blow. I sense many things will happen soon, and I fear for the worst
Arrowhead entry: 8Date: July 23rd 1429Charles will rue the day he ever accepted the throne! Signing his pathetic signature on that English Document of "Peace"! Not only once but twice. Regrettably, I have spent the last few nights in the French prisoner holding cell, being bombarded with British swine slander. Having heard the recent peace treaty I was thrown into a fit of rage and aggression, so for my own "protection", I was tossed away like a mangled boot! Due to pleasant behavior, I have been released to continue my fight against those English devils! Curse this hellish journal, where I am only allowed to express my opinion in measly words. I fear, under the latest developments, that my fellow soldiers will not perform as well as would be expected. For the first time I dread that our next battle might be our last.