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“Honestly, me thinks, if not killing her, at the least it caused her moral compass ta shift.”
“Its not just a moral shift, the evil thing is corrupting her heart. Her very soul.” Willow was nearly in tears.
“Speak of the devil herself,” Penn said, “Here she comes.”
“I have need of some iron castoffs.”
“Over there Lady M,” Penn pointed to a large pile of scrap.
Mithavan’ara-Khan rummaged briefly through the pile then walked away without a another word.
“Be a good day to ya as well, young mage, bah!” Penn thumbed his nose.
“You see, its worse.”
Rollin wiped the tears from Willows face. “I milady, its as if she doesnt know us.”
“Or care,” Penn added.
“I fear our young friends path no longer has room for friends.” Penn lifted himself off the stool and walked into his shop leaving Rollin and Willow together to ponder the future.
The war had raged on for three years with neither side gaining an advantage for long. The Orcs would push their way across the Blackwater River only to have the Paladins and their allies drive them back a few days later. Nowadays, it was mostly a stalemate. The lines were drawn almost in the same spot as they had started at the river. Battles in the field now were almost nonexistent. All the combat was now behind the scenes. It was combat filled with deception and espionage.
The war the Orcs started, known now as the Clan Wars, had engulfed all the western kingdoms. The exception was the far north where the barbarian tribes took advantage of the ice and cold to keep the creatures at bay. There was no war in the east, but they had still been affected. Many of the western trade routes were gone. And there have been many refugees spilling into the eastern realms.
The landscape in the west had changed in both topography and in its soul. What was once a thriving agricultural land where you could live in relative peace had now become a war torn zone of pain, blood and misery. Traveling south of the Blackwater River was nothing short of suicide. That area and all the Wastelands now fell under Orc rule.
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