Morganoth's Command
Nestled somewhere between the jagged peaks of the Sindril Mountains, far in the West of the Realm of Valkayria, lay hidden the fortress of the dark lord Morganoth. He had heard news of the fabled Isle of Mist and of the great weapons and riches that could be found there. So, in his lust for greater power and domination, he summoned his ten wraiths to him to give them orders for their next mission.
"What is it my lord?" said the wraith, in a low, hissing voice. The figure on the throne that he was speaking to was Morganoth, the dark lord, enveloped in shadows.

In a voice that was deep and filled with anger and hatred, Morganoth spoke, "You must travel to the Isle of Mist and seek whatever you deem is most valuable there. If anyone is to attempt to hider your progress, they must be eliminated immediately. Your quest is of utmost importance and you must not fail."

 "Yes, my lord," replied the wraith, "We shall set out early tomorrow, and take four of our swiftest vessels. We shall emerge victorious, and we will conquer the Isle of Mist in the name of Morganoth!"
With that, the wraiths left the throne room and made their way to the docks to prepare their ships for their impending journey.
The next morning, the four vessels set out towards the Isle of Mist on their quest for domination.
A Week Passes
"Sir, we've spotted land; we believe it's the Isle of Mist."

"Very well, how long until we arrive?"

"It's about half a day's journey sir."

"Excellent."
Later in the day, the four ships beached on the shore and the ten wraiths set foot on the Isle. After unloading the ships of the few supplies they had, they journeyed around the beach, looking
for signs of life.
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