'It was twenty years ago when I was only four years of
age when a
horde of warriors seized my uncle's castle and estates. Our forces
were outnumbered a hundred to one. The fight was hopeless as noble
brave knights fought and
perished under the might of this powerful
army. For years my people have
suffered under their cruelty. Fields
burned, farms torched to the ground, women
such as myself have been
raped viciously to no end. These men have also allowed
hordes of orcs
access into our lands. Every village has suffered many attacks
from
these fiends, yet the warrior hordes do nothing. My uncle recently died
and a Hordes-man has claimed himself king over the land. These men
are called
the Vogards. They come from the north , pillaging their way
to my kingdom. We
were once a seafaring people, now not even a
single ship is seen in the ports.
Often when a woman gives birth to a
child that infant is given to monsters and
devoured. Please hurry I'm
not sure how much longer we can keep living like
this. I BEG YOU,
whoever you are, ready your ships, rally your men and come
rescue us
from this nightmare.'
Sincerely
The Lady
Solus of Espa
The wind
blew rain into the young warrior's eyes as he read the scroll. Looking up he
nodded to the War Lord and the commander shouted orders to the men at
oars. There was over a dozen ships headed
east nearing a beach just miles away.
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