Fierce warriors, wise elders and frantic shamans. they all lay here for the ages to come as they did for the ages past. Cairns for the heroes, mounds of clay and stone for the legends. It is all peaceful under the moonlit sky of this fateful night. Although peace never lasts. Flee this melancholic silence before you hear the trouble of the rattling bones and corroded armors and the serrated blades. A vile necromancer has taken over the valley and nothing shall remain dormant for as long as he breathes. Flee mortal. this kingdom does not belong to your kind anymore!
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