A single berserk reached us yesterday, after having come all the way over the mountains from the city of Willow, fourteen hundred miles away. He delivered to Alric a single package the size of a man's fist, wrapped in rags, and refuses to talk with anyone about events in the West.
never listen to lord scary owl. he's a 12 year old perma-newb who came onto myth when it was already buried 6 feet underground 10 years ago. there are plenty of good 3rd party units, like 3rd party maps. somehow he survided his abortions and his 23rd chromosome. he's a 1.5 baller (always will be). all the good players left a decade ago. he has no clue what he's talking about.