Greetings, from the cold and frosty Rainer.
The Raiders have come and gone , but the chill of their presense still lingers. The morning still mourns their coming, as the blanket of ice still covers the dawn and the sun gives little warmth.
The crops are black, the grass is brown and a little circle of burnt ash is all that remains of the memory of their passing. Yet still we are cold.
Just as the cold winds of the south drove them north, so now the warm winds of the north shall drive them south again, returning peace to our shores.
Our Noble defenders did us proud, and rightly so, as they were given the elixir of the Griffin by our Muses', these maidens of Good and wonder . So full of glorious food and drink we were, that even after the deathmist rolled in, the fires still burnt hot and merryment was had by all that braved the cold north winds.
Many a tale was told that night and well into the morning till sleep and cold drove them into their chambers.
I must be thee farewell, and continue the tale of the Raiders from the south another time.
in service and honour
Rainer Wulfgar
