Hail! to the King!

The Sun rises over the lowpeaks of Drowmeria, glintting bright and shimmering through trees. Standing over his balcony the old king takes in a deep breath and sighs, today is good and his elven kingdom grows at a steady pace. But all is not well for on his mind the word has reached him of a growing darkness in the mountains south, raiders spotted and agents caught belonging to the metal raiding goblins clans long thought extingwished grow in exsestion as new leaders come to power. This can only mean one thing to his kingdom and the neybours so near, War and much of it. The old king Haddlon frowns, he has already began the details and reroutes for surpply chains and the formation of a new army, with three new cohorts of The Silver Guard this very month and new works are being made to streanghen the weaknesses at the town walls, months of work must be complete within two weeks for the goblin hordes fresh and seathing with ambition could explode from the mountans at any due moment, Grim battles will be bloody and should the justuse of light prevail unclear. King Haddlon swinggs from his morning brew flask, Today he must tell his people.

"we fight today so our sun may rise tommorrow" - Sun King Haddlon addresses the guard.