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A message born on the wind, carried across the lands to call us to arms.
Long have we laboured, prepared for this time, at last we are called to fulfil our oaths.
Our chieftain has need of us.
For centuries we nourished the candle of hope that one day, our kingdom would be rebuilt.
Is the time now at hand?
Through darkness we passed, and through battle, but at last, we triumphed.
Let our candles become bonfires, lighting the way to a better future.
A future of peace where our weapons stay sheathed, as two broken kingdoms become one again.
