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Post by Anthony on Jul 27, 2011 11:37:32 GMT -5
Alaric sat in the garden of life, contemplating his future. He knew that he could not let him self be pulled in to many directions. It would only weaken him. To the south, Collin. To the west the Midlands and the wizards keep. The mother confessor would resent the fact that he had won. He knew she did not want to side with him. Pherhaps Serra Triel? Would she align with him. He had sent a messanger to find her. With a letter.
Serra Triel,
I hope that this letter finds you well. I have been monitoring the situation of the Midlands for sometime now. I know that you are being hunted at every turn by Adella. You have very limited time before she tracks you down. We are one in the same. Two people cut from the same cloth. Both leaders, both labeled Rebel. Both were hunted by our former masters. The only difference between us is I have won. I offer you the same fate. Join me here and together we will rule. If you join with me I will hand you the Midlands and Adela's head of a silver platter. Together we will be unstoppable. I await your response.
Lord Alaric Trabane
Ruler of D'Hara
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