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The North
lil_rhys
My name is Rhys Llywellyn, son of Llywellyn and Helen, I am a true Northerner. I write this now to inform the reader of how the north once  was and how she has now fallen so low.                                                   She was beautiful, her cold winds lapped our legs and her snow made us joyful and enthralled and her beauty, wether it be her tall mountains or her frozen rivers, was more beautiful than anywhere else. But despite this what happened to her was not her fault.                          The undead had arrived. Those who followed the fallen one, Iblees,