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High on a balcony, above rolling green hills and the meager homes of the village below, Lundiel stood, leaning forward on the stone railing, overlooking the city she so fiercely adored. The sun shone in her long hair as a playful wind whipped it around her face. Her hair was arranged intricately into hundreds of tiny beaded braids, with glowing jewels weaved throughout and loose wispy curls cascading around her face. Her velvet gown was just as intricately woven and was adorned with the same glowing gems.

Lundiel was the highest cleric of the Temple of Boldrei, one of the most powerful deities in the universe, according to ancient tomes. Her work with the temple was that of nurturing and helping those in need.

Today though, she gave a happy sigh, pleased with the life she had built and her position as pseudo-royalty. She enjoyed the work of her faith, and was pleased to be making progress in Boldrei's eyes, all the while assuring her own comfort and image be maintained. She turned from the balcony as her servant Py arrived with a tray of tea which she placed on a nearby table.

"A note arrived for you My Lady." She announced. "It's there on the tray."

"Thank you Py." Lundiel nodded, and with that, Py turned and disappeared back into the Temple. After one final moment of contemplation, Lundiel moved back from the balcony edge, and approached the table. Pouring herself some tea, she noticed a letter, sealed with the symbol of The Dark Six, resting on the tea tray. Nearly dropping her cup, she snatched up the letter and tore open the envelope.

Years ago Lundiel assisted in negotiating a spiritual truce with the Grul, the largest tribe of Orcs in the region. She recognized the seal as Bahggin, King of the Grul Orc tribe. Sitting down, she began to read the request she had always known would someday come. It was written in common tongue.

"To the High Temple of Boldrei, we request your attention at present:

Long have the Grul abided by our truce, spoken 7 years before today. It was agreed that your work under Boldrei and the lordship of the city, would assure the Grul its rightful prosperity in the region, in accordance with the laws of The Dark Six. We are done waiting for your supposed leadership to benefit Orc-kind and grow weary of patience. It is time for us to take control and bring our concerns to the real officials of your city. The result of our treaty is less than acceptable and has become increasingly offensive to our tribe.

Our demands are simple. The Grul will reclaim the lands which are owed to us, the lands that are instead occupied by your sniveling citizens. Each Orc shall be allowed the land he requires to live, regardless of its current use. We will wait no longer than a fortnight before we reclaim what is divinely ours.

If you are unable or unwilling to convince your leaders to surrender our land without contest, you will face not only our significant tribe, but our many allies as well. We are prepared to execute the terms of our pact by force if necessary.

Do not delay if you value your freedom and peace. We will be awaiting word from your leaders in the coming days."

The letter was signed with a scratch "Bahggin, King of Grul".