I'd like to share a story with you.
Mordor invaded a lovely Lamedon village called Evercot, somewhere in Ringlo Vale.
Two days after I was standing victorious enjoying a beautiful warm sunset. A Lamedon hillmen next tome said "the Enemy will continue to send his servants, until we're all done. I fear this is the last dawn for us". I was like " nah whatever, the worst is already over". At that very moment I heard a Mordor warhorn blown in the village's outskirts, just like the wise man predicted
I feel like it's my duty to defend Evercot. Now I'm on my way to Ethring calling for reinforcements.
