drethyr's shadows

My grandmother used to tell me stories of the old days, blue skies and green grass. The world was at peace but that all changed when Laughei attacked, bit by bit got burned down and Drethyr has been reduced to nothing but sand and desperation. And here I am , a hundred years later, my home Drethyr is worse off than ever and what used to be a magical place is now in ruins. I walked down the streets of vreadale it is the day after an attack, the streets are filled with soldier and bounty hunters all after the heart of the city, our artifacts and gold. Our nation's beauty, but who am I to judge being after the same thing.