Erën should have known better. But he, like many others, was tasked by this conflict. It drove him to push boundaries he'd long stayed away from, and go places he knew all too well to avoid. Arkhivom and his would have no such compunction, but of all places in this land, Nórë Sérë...
No soul...
It was at the eastern edge of the Falwood. Amidst a field of lordly conflict. The blood spilled drank in by the soil, and the ancient trees bore witness.
Corpses laid strewn about. Crushed under foot. Left to drown in the mud. Armor had failed. Plate began to rust. Fine steel turned to...
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