Nations of Tobor

Laukav

They are coming Brother. Their armies stir the birds and causing the beasts to flee before them. The smoke from their fires blots out the sky. The Fae and the Nymph cry out in anguish as their forests are burned and stomped out. The Dragons keen in mourning as their children are captured and slain. The Fairui flee to us and beg us to save them as they slowly fade from this world. The Edhel have gone the way of the gods and fallen silent to attempt to wait out this war as they have with all others. The Naugrim armor and equip us. The Kanta Shifav beg sanctuary from us. The Gianavuk shake the earth as they flee to the farthest corners of the earth. We, the Laukav, are their only hope. We must stop them here or.....


I know Brother. Go, inform the others. This may be our final dawn. The final dawn of the Laukav. The final dawn of our people and of the Old World. Sharpen your blade and say your prayers. Perhaps those of the Old World will rise up with us and push back this wave of Metal and Fire. And if not... Perhaps we shall be remembered for a valiant last stand.