Elori Plea for Dwarven Aid

12 Harvestide, 1:Leviathan

To the Honorable Thane of Snowstone,

I write to you with trembling hands and a heavy heart as the skies darken and the very air seems to thicken with dread. The Age of Mysts has given way to something far more terrible than we could have ever imagined.

A horror has been unleashed upon our world. Goblins pour forth from every crevice, their numbers beyond counting. Dragons now darken our skies, their wings casting shadows of despair across our fair lands.

Elori burns, honored Thane. Our ancient forests, home to millennia of wisdom and beauty, are being reduced to ash. The songs of our trees have turned to screams, and the rivers run red with the blood of our fallen. Our mages, for all their power, find themselves overwhelmed by the sheer brutality of this onslaught.

It is with great humility and desperation that we turn to you, our stalwart neighbors. The strength of the dwarves is legendary, your resolve as unyielding as the mountains you call home. We beg you, lend us your aid in this darkest of hours.

Our scouts report that the tide of evil has not yet reached your gates, but make no mistake, honored Thane - this threat knows no boundaries. Today, Elori burns. Tomorrow, the flames will lick at the roots of your very mountains.

We propose an alliance, not just of necessity, but of shared destiny. Let the wisdom of the elves and the strength of the dwarves stand united against this apocalyptic threat. Together, perhaps we can stem this tide of darkness and forge a future for both our peoples. Time is of the essence. Even as I pen these words, more of our lands fall to the enemy. We await your response with bated breath, praying to Ruluko and Kaqiuko that it is not too late.

May the light of hope guide your decision.

With utmost urgency,

Archminister Unsoca