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lore: Valador, the First and the Last

Once, Valador was a crown jewel—raised high by mortal hands, shattered by demonic fury, and resurrected by a will that defied death itself.

That will was yours.

When the world cast you out, when your mortal flesh decayed and your name was cursed from history, you returned—not as a man, but as a king of bones and shadow. You did not conquer Valador for glory. You claimed it—the first city to kneel to your undying will, the birthplace of your kingdom of silence.

Valador became your throne. Its graves became your soldiers. Its churches became your crypts. From its shattered spires rose the banners of undead.

And for a time, the world feared you.

The Endless Siege Begins

You got cooked

Now, they no longer fear. They hate.

The living have forged an alliance—an unnatural, desperate union of elves, dwarves, men, and orcs—to wipe your kingdom from the face of the earth.

Their banners blot the horizon. Their siege engines tear at your walls. Their champions speak your name like a curse.

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