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== Prologue == | == Prologue == | ||
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{{h|Henrietta|0=}}: Dead earth. Lifeless water. Poisoned air. Only the fire reigns now in these lands; the fire the halflings had always feared so. It devoured all the living force of Eeofol and keeps spawning beasts. The scenery I saw from the skies was dire, but I knew it would be like that. Now I know for sure: it is my land, even if I had no love for it the way it once used to be. I will find those who kept fighting for it all these years, and together we will chase the devils through the gates of hell, or die trying. | {{h|Henrietta|0=}}: Dead earth. Lifeless water. Poisoned air. Only the fire reigns now in these lands; the fire the halflings had always feared so. It devoured all the living force of Eeofol and keeps spawning beasts. The scenery I saw from the skies was dire, but I knew it would be like that. Now I know for sure: it is my land, even if I had no love for it the way it once used to be. I will find those who kept fighting for it all these years, and together we will chase the devils through the gates of hell, or die trying. | ||
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== Epilogue == | == Epilogue == | ||
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{{h|Henrietta|0=}}: A land that just wants to live in peace has no time for heroes. I switched my sword out for a hoe, and it was the first time my back felt the tax such work takes out of those doing it since their childhood. The refugees who spent a long decade in faraway lands are now returning to Eeofol. They are looking for the remains of their farmsteads and tilling up the ash-strewn fields. They plan on a good harvest, and rightly so; the soil is always generous after big fires. I love you, Eeofol. I’ve given you everything I had in me, and I don’t expect anything in return, but it won’t be long until you become yourself again… Once my people recover and grow irked by my care for them, I will give changing the world another try… somewhere else. | {{h|Henrietta|0=}}: A land that just wants to live in peace has no time for heroes. I switched my sword out for a hoe, and it was the first time my back felt the tax such work takes out of those doing it since their childhood. The refugees who spent a long decade in faraway lands are now returning to Eeofol. They are looking for the remains of their farmsteads and tilling up the ash-strewn fields. They plan on a good harvest, and rightly so; the soil is always generous after big fires. I love you, Eeofol. I’ve given you everything I had in me, and I don’t expect anything in return, but it won’t be long until you become yourself again… Once my people recover and grow irked by my care for them, I will give changing the world another try… somewhere else. | ||
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[[Category: Campaign scenarios]] | [[Category: Campaign scenarios]] |