It was a mildly chilly day. Mist hugged the ground and trees covering the paths. The trees were so close together in the forest that even with the sun at noon, little light got through the thick leaves. The forest had a large mountain range called the Vagarns'. There was also a very large clearing in the heart of the forest where the capital of Astra, Lestor, sat housing the royal Evarg family and some of the oldest and greatest metal workers ever known The forest is ringing with the sounds of war, hammers on metal and chain mail clinking, the ground thudding with feet preparing to march. Illaden, the current queen of all elves, had just received a missive from her daughter at the front. Dear wise queen and Mother, We have defeated three of five flanks of Ludoa’s Calvary, the last two flanks protecting their general from us. Many of our men are a little weak from their use of magic. We have won today, and we are hoping to get your blessing in attacking them again to finish them off...
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