Rabaru 49 Share Posted March 18, 2017 A letter arrives via courier, and as he offers it to you, he seems worried. But he isn't important. It's the letter. A letter that smells of home. "Dear fellow Doomforged, We have been trying to regroup our kind in these times of trouble, as the smell of war beckons, are numbers have vanished. Our clan hall sits empty, like the ruins beneath Urguan. I fear our clan is dying, yet, I have heard word that many still remain. I would hope to fill our halls with that of our own kin, so that Kal'Omith can sing the hymns of the Doomforged once more. I pray that you shall return safely, and rest in our halls once more. Sincerely, your Clan-father, Zharkaz Doomforged" You've read the letter, and now, tears fill your glowing eyes... Memories of the clan hall flood your mind, as you recollect your thoughts. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Soggy365 162 Share Posted March 18, 2017 Somewhere in Kal'Omith, Roark Doomforged beats a grizzled hand against his mighty chest, "Loike saplings after a forest foire, deh proud sons o' Dormmar will roise from deh ashes tehr new heights!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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