[Fucus]

All but each grain of sand scattered across Nyflheim, all but each whir of wind blessing the green fields and fertile farms reverberate with distressed... their harmonious song broken.

"A bastion of wisdom and craftsmanship, keepers of tales and stories of long dead heroes still mourned upon... those who had laid their swords down, forsake bloodshed all but for passion, for peace and joy.

They shall not know fear for the sands of fate smile upon them... they, so far away from the sacred sands, who embody the serenity of the dunes.

I, Dunsman Slanovah, call forth man, woman or beast as my brothers and sisters in spirits for together... we shall fight for a brighter future, not for ourselves but for Meranthe."


Dunsman Slanovah pledges alignance for Nyflheim's cause.