The Barefoot Healer
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In Ceithre, the four lands had lived in harmony for the past millennium, ever since the D'aois Ages. Well... mostly. The land is divided into four territories, one for each of the cardinal directions. The South has assumed the point of leader, demanding ridiculous taxes and manual labor. The North, well, let's just say they didn't take that too nicely. The Rebellion against the Phoblacht, or the government. The North and South race in an inhumane way to win the fifteen year old war, but they both need one thing, allies. They rush to win over the other two territories, the East and West, by any ways neccessary... even force.
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