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| - A light shined over the quiet plains of Hezorath, the moon shining brightly overhead. On one side of the great plain laid a great mass of confusion and disarray, a place where bandits and pirates traded their goods and captives for the almighty coin, the patrol guards enjoying in the revelry and chaos. This is the Port City of Ru’Daurg, a place of scumbags and scam-dealers; you had to watch your purse in this town. Run by Demon lordship it kept ticking by the shady and the dark, Orcs, Trolls, Drow, Goblins. The running of the city was the pleasure of the vile Demons; the whole chaotic mess fueled their energies, making them strong! A mining company was used for the city, using Ogre labor for the task of hewing the rough stone, then loading it on the great galleys and sending it to the city
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| - A light shined over the quiet plains of Hezorath, the moon shining brightly overhead. On one side of the great plain laid a great mass of confusion and disarray, a place where bandits and pirates traded their goods and captives for the almighty coin, the patrol guards enjoying in the revelry and chaos. This is the Port City of Ru’Daurg, a place of scumbags and scam-dealers; you had to watch your purse in this town. Run by Demon lordship it kept ticking by the shady and the dark, Orcs, Trolls, Drow, Goblins. The running of the city was the pleasure of the vile Demons; the whole chaotic mess fueled their energies, making them strong! A mining company was used for the city, using Ogre labor for the task of hewing the rough stone, then loading it on the great galleys and sending it to the city quarries. On a happier note, the great and vast woods of Aorian were wild and untamed, seldom seen were the Wild Elves, who were thought to live in a joyous kingdom, this gave hope… yet that is a children’s tale. And on the other side stood the beautiful city of Eanier Qu’Vadas, with a great mix of cultures: Human, Dwarven and Gnomish. At a high point stood a keep of everlasting stone, thin and tall like a sword prepared to strike, the keep was the great tower, built years ago as a border fort for the Human Empire, but their day has long past, being replaced by a newer system. The Alliance of the Stone-Men (or Kingdom) does not agree with all, many humans have left the Alliance and gone to see, seeking their own land. To be clearer, the Alliance binds together the three races of Dwarf, Gnome and Human together, to protect and to fight. Then in the North, near by Aorian, the farmlands of the Halflings, alongside the small Wood Elven Cities and vast High Elven tower towns, the three peoples knew little of each other, but there was unification, run by Lords of the Middle-Lands, a great keep, made once by the Great Yggtars of legend. With a meeting of the three barons and the great lord... that is how they were joined. Now all legend and beliefs of the East were broken with the sudden brute actions of the rulers Ru’Daurg. The destruction of the ‘Peace’ (a great wall, once made by the great Mage, Linrem, and his djinn, Durubasta) made a great impact upon the land, causing the mercenaries of the Demon Lord, Karatk, break through... The carnage was unnumerable, the Halfling militia falling in the trenches, with the small hope that allies would arrive. The days grew worse, disease and low moral spread amongst the troops, causing many to go mad and have a run for it or face the enemy armies as a lone trooper. Seeing the impending doom, under cover of darkness, messengers ran from the front lines going to the surrounding towns for help, now their last hope was in the hands of the squad of 'elite' messengers (as elite as militias could go)...
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