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- Hail, oh Great and Mighty Lothar,
- ...may your noble ears bear this plea.
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- We the people of Rythe' are a hardy folk of farmers, living on the edge
- of Azeroth. For thirty years we have lived at peace in a small river vale
- which we now call Rythunve. Originally when we settled the area, scouts
- reported that a few orcs and trolls resided in the rocky hills to the north.
- My Father, Rynade, upon discovering the news requested aid from the late
- King Llane.
- A dozen holy knights from Northshire came, leading twice as many
- solidiers. The night after they arrived an attack came through the darkness.
- All would have been lost if our new guests had been just a day later. But,
- valor gleamed on enchanted blades and death was dealt quickly to our
- assailants.
- For two months the knights stayed, enjoying the comfort of our
- secluded and lush valley of Rythunve. Walls and guard towers were built to
- help fortify our humble towne. In addition, before leaving, the knights
- built a church as a reminder of their love, honor, code, and of their most
- recent deed.
- Now thirty years later, we fear the worst. Orc activity rampages in
- the hills to the north. Our garrison, about a score strong, have engaged in
- three small skirmishes of late. Undead have been reported creeping around
- in the woods to the west. The night-watch reported seeing a huge demon
- snooping around on the other side of the river, only yesternight. We fear
- attack and our doom is imminent.
-
- Please oh Great and Mighty Lothar come to our aid. These are dark
- times in this realm indeed, and your strength has never been more needed.
-
- Always your humble servant,
- Rithu
-
- ( Carson@Liberty.Com )
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