Chyldren,This eve', our very own Cleric was struck fatally by a skeletal raider following orders of Guardian himself! Not long after the injury, the guardsmen didst make short work of the undead.
But this shalt not do, chyldren! What Army be thee? That doth let Undead prowl before thy barracks in broad daylight? We shalt strike at the suspected heart of this raider's lair, deep in the northern mountains of Covetous tomorrow night at the 9th hour!
Steel thyself, and be ready for combat. Avatar's servants shalt not be touched!
† Signed †
Father Siegfried,
Templar Seneschal
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