six months before the arrive

I will tell you my story, gnomad. I mean our story. Of our Land. The Breached Land.

I was young and the son of the right hand of the king. Our kingdom was beautiful and rich. We traded with peoples, mostly metal and jewels out of our earth, but refined by our skilled smiths and jeweler. It was a good live expect for some little goblinattacks and some rumors about undeads and spiders as big as two ogres in the deeper mines. Until that day. The day the Goblinking Ragashar took his hammer The Honor of Blood and brought war with his army of goblins and ogres. They surprised us, they set of the traps with the low rank goblins, hammered a breach in the wall and streamed in our village. Many were killed by this first strike and only a few could flee to the panic room deep in the mountain. They slew through the Blue Floor to the Kings Hall, where our highest knights and the king and my father awaited. He said to me, i must go and help the other in the panic room. And... if something going wrong, going through the tunnels and rescue the rest. I was behind the door and pull the lever, when i saw Ragashar jumped out of his army, fighting the knights, and killed two soldiers in one swipe. I nearly forgot to pull the lever, knowing i will never see my father again. Hearing the screams and the weapons i ran to the panic chamber and said all that we must flee. Some didn't wanted, other were weeping in the corners, but others were ready. I still tried to convince some of the other gnomads but they didn't want to hear the fall of their precious home...

Well, some of us took now the hidden path behind the mountain. I activated the traps, hoping they will kill our enemies and not gnomads, which changed their minds. Out of the mountain we began our adventure with bloody memories. Red and Black, the colors that we remember, Red and Black, the colors that follow us, Red and Black, hoping to rise again!