Our horns be ready and our swords sharp but loose in their scabbards. Being newly come from a land of war and treachery it will be some time until we are able to relax. Light sleep and well fletched arrows are habits hard to overcome. Stay safe brothers and sisters.
Orc and goblin abound here, curse their foul black hearts? I have yet to find such, but am only a poor refugee newcome from another land. My thanks for the warning. Sound the horns 'Fear Fire Foes'! To arms newfound brothers and sisters. To arms indeed.
Hi,
I'm Jaffer, a refugee from Evony. Looking for a little peace and quiet - respite from the constant wars that wrack that land. Seeking new friends and a friendly Fellowship.
Peace be upon you.