On the first day, the great Lord Vorgoth set his sights on the Albaneve Summits.
He said, "Such peaks befit the greatness of our nation. Such valleys will bear the fruits of our Elixir Wells."
On the second day, the Lord marched toward the horizon, carving a path through the treacherous beauty of the wild mountains for his kin.
On the third day, shadows awaited him at Howling Peak. The dragons had awoken to keep our King from making his rightful claim!
Lord Vorgoth raised his hand against the winged beasts and road, "You're no match for the red eagle, and you shall die to our valor and steel!"
