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Fighter
Friends of the Bastion,
I have seen terrible things in these Deadlands, felt terrible things; there is discontent in my heart which cannot be repaired to see the lands of my home torn asunder, untouchable by anything but the vile dead which walk. However, as I travel the mists, I see that there are other dangers, other lands under great disrepair and pain. The earth screams no matter where I go, and my mind grows darker for it. What is happening to these continents, to our worlds -- when I attempt to think of it, it pains me deeply. From what I read and hear, I see that Moria is under peril as well -- and other lands, too, by other darkness. I myself return to the land of Icenia, to Fairdale where I fear there are many terrible things at work.
The citizens and the lands of Icenia have treated me well, and I repay my debt by rallying to their cause -- to attempt to smear the evil which taints their lives and has continued to taint their lives. It is an important cause -- just as important as reviving the lands in which you and I have grown in. I beseech you now: if there were ever a time you lent your hand to a stranger, it is now. Icenia calls; we gather to Fairdale. There will be death, there will be darkness, and there will be honor. I bleed freely and welcome death for any who stand beside me.
For those who wish to help me, and others, aide in the war which is waging in Icenia, I will be leaving in a few days time to travel the mists. If you believe you can help in this war, are able and willing, I will welcome travel beside you. For those who cannot help, or choose not to -- I ask that you keep your minds turned to Icenia while others wage for death in greatest dark.
Where the Hawk strikes, I follow,
Sevaria of the Goshawks
I have seen terrible things in these Deadlands, felt terrible things; there is discontent in my heart which cannot be repaired to see the lands of my home torn asunder, untouchable by anything but the vile dead which walk. However, as I travel the mists, I see that there are other dangers, other lands under great disrepair and pain. The earth screams no matter where I go, and my mind grows darker for it. What is happening to these continents, to our worlds -- when I attempt to think of it, it pains me deeply. From what I read and hear, I see that Moria is under peril as well -- and other lands, too, by other darkness. I myself return to the land of Icenia, to Fairdale where I fear there are many terrible things at work.
The citizens and the lands of Icenia have treated me well, and I repay my debt by rallying to their cause -- to attempt to smear the evil which taints their lives and has continued to taint their lives. It is an important cause -- just as important as reviving the lands in which you and I have grown in. I beseech you now: if there were ever a time you lent your hand to a stranger, it is now. Icenia calls; we gather to Fairdale. There will be death, there will be darkness, and there will be honor. I bleed freely and welcome death for any who stand beside me.
For those who wish to help me, and others, aide in the war which is waging in Icenia, I will be leaving in a few days time to travel the mists. If you believe you can help in this war, are able and willing, I will welcome travel beside you. For those who cannot help, or choose not to -- I ask that you keep your minds turned to Icenia while others wage for death in greatest dark.
Where the Hawk strikes, I follow,
Sevaria of the Goshawks
