With the cold north lost under the thumb of the enemy armies, the border kindoms watch nervously from their proud castles as their splendid northern forests have become dangerous and terrifying, some say it is the poison of the armies of orcs and trolls whose mere presence withered everything beautiful and alive, others that it is a prelude to the great storm of war approaching their green borders.

But it is a shadow that runs across the northern organizing armies, a shadow of hatred for the life that with each death becomes more and more powerful, but it is only a herald, a mere messenger from the terror awaiting in the deep of the Mountains.

Shadows from the Mountains

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