Part Two Ammord

The rulers of Ammord, blinded by their thirst for power and control, have delved into the deepest, most forbidden depths of magic.

Their cursed incantations have brought forth a sinister force that creeps through the very veins of this once prosperous land—twisting and corrupting all in its wake. The air itself seems to shudder with an unholy energy as the armies of Hanth soldiers march relentlessly towards Locdragoon; their eyes glinting with malevolent intent.

I have borne witness to the atrocities committed by their dark arts; watched in horror as their Necromancers summoned an army of the dead to do their bidding. It is a sight that will haunt me until my dying breath, for I fear that no living being can withstand the wrath of these maleficent rulers and their insatiable thirst for dominion over Nimbria. The Gods have turned a deaf ear to our desperate supplications. They have left our cries for deliverance unanswered amidst the carnage of this Great War.

We beseech them to show mercy upon us; to spare us from the savagery that tears apart our realms and our souls. May the Gods one day hear our cries and bring an end to this endless bloodshed.

An excerpt from the true, unaltered account of our history written into The Stories