Varton sat in his small wooden shack, gazing at the horizon. He had heard stories of a big civil war far down in the south, where a certain Desert King was taking over the rule of Kaliphlim, but that was not of any concern to the North these days.
The Algus had been assaulting his homelands for months now, and only recently did they learn the name of the foe...
Then, his mouth fell open...
He gazed into the distance. It was true, it is true, it will come to pass. He jumped up, grabbed his oily torch and ran onto the top of the hill.
Uridius Keep! The Beacon of Uridius Keep is lit! The North awakens!
He lighted up his own torch and set the Beacon of Merak ablaze. Flames roared upwards in the big bonfire, and the word would continue to travel!