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The realm has requested our hand to be raised and in my return, so it shall be.

 

The land of Varesia was formed by some members that once wore the colors of our Empire proud. Yet their faces were not shown in our time of greatest need. Instead do they wallow in drugs, undead and fel. Long has it been something which I have looked towards in distaste as they remain so close. In times have they acted against us and in turn we have acted against them.

 

We march for the first time since our losses in the Atrellyan invasion where we found victory despite great sacrifice. Let us not forget the same fire we carried there. Let them not forget our strength, let them feel our unending spirit.

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The first time I heard of your nation was when your leader attacked me and those close to me while I was scouting the lands. A man after death, who chased their end. The following month was their life spared again as they answered my question, claiming that they attacked me in seeking attention, they wished to be seen.

 

We see you, worry not.
 

In the years which followed your lands have chosen to wallow in drugs, undead and fel. In the years before that there were other issues to handle, things far more important than tents upon a southern slope.
 

Now you reach too far, now you seek to lay claims to lands promised to another. Now you look to make trouble in the extended realm as they look to remove a far more imposing threat.
 

You may surrender. My home awaits your presence.

If you do not, your buildings will crumble and you will be made no more. This stain is to be removed from the mountain and its history.