Morwyn Hollow
"My Lord, a message has arrived from Kael'Moruun," Cazrek announced as he stepped in, holding a tiny rolled parchment in his hand.
Morwyn Hollow.
The coward kingdom of the southwest.
That was the name the world gave them-not out of hatred, but out of pity. A name carved by years of humiliation and helplessness. Once, it had tried to be more, but it never stood a chance. The kingdom had always been poor, powerless, and miserable. A place forgotten in the grand tales of kings and glory. Nothing about Morwyn Hollow was proud or boastful.
Now, it was barely a kingdom at all.
Three buildings remained, just three. The first, a crumbling storage that held what little supplies they still had. The second, shelter for what was left of their army-4,000 soldiers packed within faili
