Greetings to the people ofNorthshield,
Winter is upon us. In many landswinter is the season of peace. In the Eastern European lands where His Majestyhails from, winter is the season of war. Now is not the time to sheath youblades and sit around the fire talking of you former exploits. Now is the timeto sharpen your weapons, train yourselves and your companions. The rivers willbecome the frozen roadways for our marching feet. The crops are harvested andthe fields are frozen and solid enough to carry our mighty hosts. So repairyour armour and weapons of war, call your banner men for we invade the weaksouthern lands this winter. As they hide inside from the weak wind they callwinter. We shall sweep upon them claiming fame and glory. When the twilightfalls our enemies will tremble in fear for they know the golden sunset and theblack shadows of night herald the coming of the griffin. They know night fallsfor all men and their time has ended. Darkness always comes.
Vladimir and Petranella
15th King and Queen ofNorthshield