Hearken, good folk, to a tale from recent days, when a most trifling misunderstanding arose between certain alliances of NAP10 and the company of dVg. A quarrel so small it could have been settled in two breaths—had there been but a spark of sense among all involved.
Alas, the warlord of STK, called Ned, was not blessed with that gift. Rather than weigh his words, he began to threaten, proclaiming fire and ruin upon dVg and swearing to lay all to waste.
Before the dust could even settle, STK’s strongest champions descended upon the weakest among dVg, setting fires here and there, as if such mischief were an act of greatness. Yet Browdy and his brave companions looked upon this conduct with little favor. And so they sent a small—but fearless—band into STK’s lands, and there they taught what true revenge is called.
Since that hour, silence has fallen between dVg and STK. The swords rest, the fires are out—yet one truth remains, firm as if carved in stone and carried from mouth to mouth:
NED STINKS.
