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Reborn as a Banished Noble

In the imperial capital, the once-noble house of Igor falls into disgrace when Lord Vincent Igor is convicted of leading a failed rebellion against the crown. His only son, Elliot Igor, is stripped of title, lands, and wealth, and sentenced to exile in the perilous wastelands of the south. a barren wasteland teeming with bandits from the Federation, demons, and displaced humans. Elliot who was suffering of prolonged illness just a few days after leaving the capital, was reborn with a soul of another person from earth 'Oliver' due to a spell gone wrong, in summoning outer god. Oliver who was now thrust in to this dangerous world had to do everything to reclaim his honor and avenge Igor family's downfall, discovers ancient texts about necromancy among his hidden possessions during his journey to exile. With nothing left to lose, He delves deep into the forbidden arts, seeking the power to raise and command the dead with the blessings of the Death God. Under the pale moonlight, he successfully revives his loyal Knight and guards who perished at the hands of a zombie horde, creating a undead army bound to his will. As Oliver now Elliot masters his newfound abilities, news of his dark powers spreads across the land, reaching the ears of the crown and rival exiles alike. A complex game of power ensues, as various factions either seek to harness or destroy Elliot’s necromantic forces. #Zombie #Kingdombuilding #LORD # MedievalFantasy

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Frost Maple Ridge Military Training

In the shadow of the towering plateau, the Griffin Kiln, so named by the territorial lord, roared to life with its first official firing. This signaled not just the forging of bricks but the commencement of a grand housing project overseen by Mayor Joel. Under his meticulous coordination, the homes of Frost Maple Ridge began to rise, brick by brick, bringing a newfound stability to the territory.

The people of Igor, long beleaguered by the threats of disease, mercenary raids, and banditry, found solace under the harsh yet comforting winter sun of Phoenix Terrace. For the first time in what felt like forever, genuine smiles broke through the gloom, a rare display of peace and contentment.