I hope this finds you well

Dear whoever is unlucky enough to find this,

The town is lost over run by a never ending army of putrid servants of death. It's ranks newly swollen with people I once called friends. A few of us were able to escape we are headed  northwest to Cernvale should you find yourself in a position to follow. Be careful the woods are crawling with some sort of unholy scouts of the army, pay special attention not to come in contact with it's black fluid we almost lost a member of our group to it's acidic properties. I wish you luck and that you never have to witness the horrors that we've witnessed in the last twenty four hours.

Sincerely, Leon