[center]A man stands peering into the far distance, grimacing as he lays eyes upon  Waeldeshore. It isn't natural, a world without magic, and that's exactly what this place is trying to do. Banning it. Shunning it.
 Like the wounds of their armies were not healed by magic users. Like magic doesn't hold the very fabric of reality together. They're fools. The lot of them. They deserve what is coming. They deserve suffering. They deserve to serve the most powerful or to be slaughtered. Magic users are simply better than those peasants. Soon, this will be proven. Soon Waeldeshore will fall to the mighty hand of Jeltheor and his armies. 
The man's wrinkles creased against his scars as he once again grimaced.[/center]