Joshua on December 10th, 2005

During the Great War, our peace was shattered. The comfortable, pleasant life that I had been leading in Portland as an assistant to an apothecary shop was destroyed when Mortos’ army invaded and sacked our coastland. I saw my mother’s grave desecrated by the stamp of wild men and orcs – that accursed race that [...]

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Joshua on December 10th, 2005

I have never told this story before. It is painful to me, even after a century of good memories to balance it. I tell this now, only under great duress, because of the coming of the Orchans to our cities and shores. My mother, Linnix, was an Elven healer of great renown in Tirnwood Vale. [...]

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