"The land that had grown as greatly as it stood, conquered by wars wrought on the grounds whereupon it had built the habitation of its natives, and that very night, the generations of all those that had been wronged by the greed of its monarchs were mutinying against the crown, bargaining back for what was rightfully theirs.
The rocks that had once been under the reigning dominion of other rulers and races and creeds, swept under the authority of Adon Vericus, were now flung into the air in indignation and assault. How was it that when a King's heart refused to repent, his reward is receiving the end of what he gives?"
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Michavel's Residential Cottage,
The City of Descandville,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Nightfall,
Second Wednesday of the Second month,
