Erik
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Baldwin walked slowly, deep in thought, past the array of siege engines prepared for the battle ahead. His gloved hand traced the cold steel of the machinery, forged with the finest craftsmanship by Denur hands. Each weapon bore the unmistakable mark of his people's skill, a testament to their enduring spirit. The chill of the metal seemed to ground him, a reminder of the responsibility that now weighed upon his shoulders.
Turning, Baldwin faced his brothers - his kin, warriors who had stood beside him through countless battles. He stepped onto a small wooden stool, much like the one he had used in the days when he was merely a Guildmaster, before the mantle of leadership fell upon him. Now, as one of the three leaders of the Denur, he needed no platform to command respect, yet old habits died hard. His presence alone could still the restless hearts of the gathered soldiers, but he needed more than silence - he needed their fire.
With a voice that carried the weight of his ancestors, Baldwin spoke, his tone booming across the hall, infused with the strength of the old ways.
"Not so long ago, we Denur were little more than a legend, whispers in the dark, forgotten by the world. But we have defied our doom, brothers! We have stood where others would fall, and once more we rise to face our enemies."
His eyes gleamed with fierce determination as he pointed toward the horizon, where their enemies gathered - armies of the undead, an abomination to life itself.
"And so, once again, we will stare into the hollow eyes of those who dare threaten our homes, our people. Their cursed bones will be shattered, their rotten forms sent back to the earth where they belong!"
He raised his hammer, a weapon as old as the stone beneath their feet, and the crowd of Denur roared in response. Each of them knew that the battle would be hard, but Baldwin’s words stoked the fire in their souls. They were few, but each was worth a hundred lesser men.
"We may be small in number, but every one of you who stands here is of immeasurable value. Your strength, your skill, and your will - they are the steel that will break our enemies. So, take up your arms, and march! Let the earth tremble beneath our feet, as our machines of freedom launch their wrath! May our enemies know - this is the hour of the North!"
OOC: Therefore I hope you all show up in numbers on September 20th at 10 pm CEST to join us on the battlefield.