A place where armies come and meet their foes on the
field of battle. A neutral land that has played host to numerous wars and battles not its own making.
A land shaped and wrought out of the blood of war and yet stays strong and unyielding as the tall trees in its mountains.
This is the land, of valor and glory, devoted to the
heart of the warrior, and his honor.
A land of dark forces and armies of light, where druids walk, goblins raid, rangers stride,
elves may hide and knights stand firm.
A land that lives by the sword and dies by the sword.
This is Rowanoak.
