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Saving Grace - From humble origins, bring about a new Legacy of saviors of the land!
The Founding Era – Year 1 – Day 1 – Dusk
Weather: Foggy – Temperature: Chilly
Area: Lund Valley - Talfoth Orcish Outpost
The sky darkened from fiery red to dark violet as night took its hold on the narrow Lund Valley, the cliffs surrounding it now only dark shapes against the sky. To the east, a small yet strong outpost stood amongst the butchered corpses of the thick forest that once stood in its place. That outpost was run by orc, mean and brutish creatures that held a particular hatred to elves, their feelings on the matter apparent with the various pikes holding elven skulls strewn around the encampment. The heavy footsteps of the soldiers within resonated deep in the valley that night, for something felt wrong.
An air of tense expectation passed through a small band of elves that crouched, hidden in the distant threes as they slowly approached the orcish settlement, murder and hatred visible on their delicate and fair faces. Among the small band of men stood a lone figure, a dark complexion and long blade stark against his fairer and bow wielding kin. That man was the start of a Legacy, and tonight he would meet another with similar potential to his own, and would cross blade thus with his first rival.
For deep inside the hold an orc trained with his beloved axe, and, as the first incendiary arrow hit the wooden wall of a hut, the roar of battle surged from within the hold, an ageless racial war rearing once more its ugly head. The battle started with the death throws of an orc and the victorious cry of an elven archer, the sounds mingled with the now burning hut, resonating like a call to arms in the previously still and peaceful valley.
Saving Grace - From humble origins, bring about a new Legacy of saviors of the land!
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The Founding Era – Year 1 – Day 1 – Dusk
Weather: Foggy – Temperature: Chilly
Area: Lund Valley - Talfoth Orcish Outpost
The sky darkened from fiery red to dark violet as night took its hold on the narrow Lund Valley, the cliffs surrounding it now only dark shapes against the sky. To the east, a small yet strong outpost stood amongst the butchered corpses of the thick forest that once stood in its place. That outpost was run by orc, mean and brutish creatures that held a particular hatred to elves, their feelings on the matter apparent with the various pikes holding elven skulls strewn around the encampment. The heavy footsteps of the soldiers within resonated deep in the valley that night, for something felt wrong.
An air of tense expectation passed through a small band of elves that crouched, hidden in the distant threes as they slowly approached the orcish settlement, murder and hatred visible on their delicate and fair faces. Among the small band of men stood a lone figure, a dark complexion and long blade stark against his fairer and bow wielding kin. That man was the start of a Legacy, and tonight he would meet another with similar potential to his own, and would cross blade thus with his first rival.
For deep inside the hold an orc trained with his beloved axe, and, as the first incendiary arrow hit the wooden wall of a hut, the roar of battle surged from within the hold, an ageless racial war rearing once more its ugly head. The battle started with the death throws of an orc and the victorious cry of an elven archer, the sounds mingled with the now burning hut, resonating like a call to arms in the previously still and peaceful valley.
