SomniatCrow

It´s a warm and radiant day in Zuven Ela, the small country in the desolate norhern side of the murian lands. Looking into my pokets I can find the three little seashells I obtained delivering letters to a fellow traveller. As I near the city of stones I can see it´s high walls and remains of sieges, left by conquered attackers. Looking at the multiple footprints in the sand I am reminded of my purpouse. I am "The Courier" and I retreave things, even from miles away. When I arrive inside the walls I see the coulourfull flags and shops of the residents full of people, after passing by I can hear a few sighs coming from behind, propa

I remember... There was once a time when the floodlands never existed. When it´s wereabouts were shrouded by the mist of neglect and unknowing. For those times I fear have come to it´s end. Slaughter and lament have seared this land, and now only the pyres of our knights lume by the hills. Our strife, long and terrible. All becouse of forces wich I dare not call upon their titles. Looking out of my window I can see the charred trees, the sour ground, and the grieving of the forest folk. As I lie on my bed, waiting for the dissolution of my life, I can only lament it´s former charm, for I do not now if I will see it´s r