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The prologue
"Lik, Lik, wake up."
Fucking orcs, fucking Alerot, fucking lightning. Damn, at least the blood from the wound inflicted by the orc's axe stopped when my brother's sword fell apart. At least the healer's village is nearby. There's already a stockade enclosing the Alerot, you can see. I put my brother under a tree and run to the gate to the village.
Extract from the description of the lands
"the northern part of Rivelon is divided into four parts: the Duchy of Ferol, the free city of Veredist, the dark forest shrouded in shadows and the underground halls.
The only city in the Duchy of Ferol is Porechye, surrounded by picturesque fields, villages and farmlands. The duchy's main occupation is farming, and the farm fields are some of the most fertile in Rivelon. The residence of the ducal family is the storm castle. An ancient fortress built by a sect of fallen wizards, who were later called the cursed.
Many centuries ago, the Ferol family expelled the dark magicians from the storm castle and put a lot of effort into rebuilding and updating the building. To the north is Veredist, a wealthy city subordinate to the Duke of Ferola, but governed by the city council and retaining certain freedoms. In addition, Veredist is famous for its guild buildings and ornate estates of aristocrats. With the advent of guild guilds, Veredist turned from an unprepossessing village into a flourishing town."
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