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Far and wide, the call went out to every man, woman, boy and girl. The true Queen of Dridell had summoned them, and they would answer the call with joy in their hearts. The horses were mustered, swords were sharpened, spears were readied and shields were polished. In the wake of darkness, humanity would take one last stand. Let it be known that, rather than fold over and let the evil deep into the very fabric of their existence, the people would stand and fight, until the last man.
They came in droves, having heard of the victory which their Queen had won over the nasty creatures in Daramount. It was the last stronghold in Dridell, and they came from the East, the North and the South; the latter more than the others.
Refugees did not come to muck about and wallow in their self pit
