'Oh shit,' quoted from Queen Gallienne's realization of the events. A normal dinner turned asunder. Ignore were those living off in peace outside Arda. Forest of Reona, named after a witch who perished trying to save a village fell in mere hours. A solid stronghold built within minutes, the mages of Iqeavea were proficient. Nobody knew the horrors until the third day after the invasion, the 13th of March, a village of demi-humans, South-west of Mont Blanc – a three-week voyage, in respect to the other settlements. The village of Reona wasn't much to be desired. Not until one considered the abandoned fort used as a shrine to the forest's guardian.
The day was joyful, crops and harvest were satisfaction this year around. The drought which had previously plagued the land was nowhere to be found. The kids played, the adults worked the farms and brewery, as for the village chief, he prayed in the company of the shrine maiden. A youthful representative and adventurer.