Glorious Alpha Two Testers!
Alpha Two Phase III testing has begun! During this phase, our realms will be open every day, and we'll only have downtime for updates and maintenance. We'll keep everyone up-to-date about downtimes in Discord.
If you have Alpha Two, you can download the game launcher here, and we encourage you to join us on our Official Discord Server for the most up to date testing news.
Alpha Two Phase III testing has begun! During this phase, our realms will be open every day, and we'll only have downtime for updates and maintenance. We'll keep everyone up-to-date about downtimes in Discord.
If you have Alpha Two, you can download the game launcher here, and we encourage you to join us on our Official Discord Server for the most up to date testing news.
A letter arrives from the Anvil Frontier
Barab
Member, Alpha One, Alpha Two, Early Alpha Two
My Dearest Brothers and sisters,
The sun rises on our fourteenth day in the ruins of the Anvil mountains, and with each dawn, my heart swells with a strange mix of fear and elation. Our liberation from the clutches of the minotaur tribes has given us this new wild frontier—the Anvil Mountains—and what a sight it is!
I write to you from our small camp, perched on a ledge that gives us a grand view of the valley river below. We have made a good start. The air here is thin but crisp, and it reminds me of the forges of home, a scent I did not realize I would ever miss. Our axes have been busy, clearing a patch of land for our first settlement, our future, and our legacy. The land is unforgiving, but we Dünir are as stubborn as the stone we carve.
Tell me, how is our family? I pray they are all safe and that they find strength in their own new beginnings. We all carry the weight of our past, but here, in this untamed land, we have the chance to forge a new future.
I eagerly await your reply, your stories, and your news. Stay strong kin. The mountains may be silent, but our hammers will soon sing.
Your Brother,
Barab
The sun rises on our fourteenth day in the ruins of the Anvil mountains, and with each dawn, my heart swells with a strange mix of fear and elation. Our liberation from the clutches of the minotaur tribes has given us this new wild frontier—the Anvil Mountains—and what a sight it is!
I write to you from our small camp, perched on a ledge that gives us a grand view of the valley river below. We have made a good start. The air here is thin but crisp, and it reminds me of the forges of home, a scent I did not realize I would ever miss. Our axes have been busy, clearing a patch of land for our first settlement, our future, and our legacy. The land is unforgiving, but we Dünir are as stubborn as the stone we carve.
Tell me, how is our family? I pray they are all safe and that they find strength in their own new beginnings. We all carry the weight of our past, but here, in this untamed land, we have the chance to forge a new future.
I eagerly await your reply, your stories, and your news. Stay strong kin. The mountains may be silent, but our hammers will soon sing.
Your Brother,
Barab
The Dünir Hold Mithril Warhammers,Thanes of the Keelhaul, Dünir scourge of the oceans, Warhammer First Fleet Command of The Dünzenkell Nation, friends to the Dünir Dwarves of the Dünhold. Hammers High!
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