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10 October 2025

  • curprev 16:5916:59, 10 October 2025 EdensFall talk contribs 1,614 bytes +1,614 Created page with "<poem style="border: 2px solid #d6d2c5; color: var(--color-base, #202122); background-color: var(--background-color-warning-subtle, #fdf2d5); padding: 1em;"> From the tragedy of Umbrick few did rise, escaping the cruelty of Duergar wrath. Whilst others mourned and dried their eyes, the Sonnlinor's boy trailed an icy path. Far down the mountain where the cold did sting, the Sonnlinor's son sensed a new land and new walls. The Dwarf we would come to call our King, carved..."