Roarfell Has Fallen

Valiant Heroes of the Forsaken Lands,

I extend this missive to you in dire need. The shadow of death looms heavy over our once-prosperous City of Roarfell. The nefarious unliving scourge has descended upon it like a ravenous wolf upon a helpless lamb.

We of the Fjordlands are a proud people. It is with a heavy heart and a voice laden with sorrow that I must remind you of the tragic fate that befell a respected soul in our midst. The unliving, in their foul wrath, dishonouring our High Yarl before the entirety of the Forsaken Lands. We must repay them for this. We must stop them before they spread.

In the name of the people of Roarfell and under the guidance of Yarl Erik Sigurddson, I beseech you, noble heroes, to heed our call. Roarfell cries out for champions of courage and might to stand beside us in our darkest hour. The tides of battle are upon us, and we require your strength, your valor, and your unyielding spirit to aid us in vanquishing this unliving menace.

Join us in Roarfell, where we shall gather in mass beneath the eternal gaze of our ancestors stars. There, we shall plan our strategy, unite our strengths, and face this unliving horde as one. The memory of the fallen and the future of our beloved land depend on your bravery.

May the roads favor your journey, and may your arrival herald the dawn of hope.

I shall finish on words that stand as true today as they ever have... We shall not falter, we shall not tremble, we shall not break.

With unwavering hope and gratitude,

Johan Skjebnerådgiver