From the birth of the first star in the twilight sky, the drums of war roar and rumble.
The battle camps lurching to life with tremendous vigor.
Hammers crash on the breastplates, stone wheels grind against blades, archers string their bows, mages gather their
The moon shines brilliantly as the clouds retreat to the horizon, the air crisp, yet heavy
The world of markoth seems poised, ready, aching for battle ....
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