Weep. Your city has been deemed wanting. It will drown in a green tide.

That is what was written in blood on the city wall of Nos before its doom. The people panicked and prayed to their Gods for deliverance yet they were not heard. In the morning an Orc army stood at the gates of the city. Though shaken by the prophesy the people of Nos still thought themselves safe behind the city's big walls. No walls have ever stopped the curse of a God however. As if of glass the stone of the wall shattered. Thousands upon thousands of Orcs poured into the city burning everything and sparing no one.

I do not know why Nos was cursed yet who am I to understand the judgement of the Gods.




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