Dark clouds gather over the war-torn battlefields of Cerilia. From the sea of Glittering Ice to the far North all the way to the Great Sea of the South, from the Sea of Storms in the West to the Sea of Dragons armies march wearily once again .The banners of noble houses flutter defiently against the wind .Some will stand, some will fall ,never to rise again. Amidst the chaos a common man becomes a hero, and a hero becomes a king thus claiming …HIS BIRTHRIGHT…
Πάντως, δικό μου δεν είναι το βασίλειο οπότε τι με νοιάζει;
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