This land is deeply scarred
centuries of war have left is torn
for so long we have warred
this land has felt our scorn
.
Corrin's Crossing has been ransacked
our war killed them all
when the horde attacked
we barely won, so many fell
.
The lakes, once beautiful and placid
polluted by the war machines and magics
are now like black acid
killing all while hiding battle relics
.
the old forest to the north
now only known as plaguewood
it spews hundreds of undead forth
we'd burn it all, if only we could
.
burn the forest to the ground
to fix our war crazed mistakes
but to that place, the dead are bound
they protect it, no matter the stakes
.
and at the center of our battle
at the heart of the darkness
in the middle of the undead cattle
stands Scholomance, engulfed in flame and blackness
.
now ruled by fallen men
heros from our conflict in this land
who have made Scholomance their den
to fight against the light and make a stand
.
I am Rasgar
Paladin of House Of Aesir
I've come this far
to vanquish evil that is astir
.
and so i vow
on uther's tomb
here and now
to be evil's doom
.
to right the wrongs
of our warfares
to put rest the throngs
of undead and warly errors
.
And bring peace to these Plaguelands
.
Rasgar
Holy Paladin
House of Aesir
.
.
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