LazyBacon220 295 Share Posted May 11, 2023 The Lord Casimir Marius Vilac hung up his white tunic, now covered in ash and soot. The smell of burning straw and wood and bees filled the small room as he let out a small cough. Only once before, had he seen the determination that the Barrowlanders had. To burn down their own homes without hesitation? To watch their homes crumble into cinders and ash and at a moments notice.. leave everything. The Lord swelled up with pride. Too long had he resented his past. TOO long had he hated the sight of homes burning. But this time? This time brought pride to the Vilac. "We didn't start the fire" He sung to himself, as the clanging of metal was heard across Atrus 3 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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