The Yalta Expeditionary Force was a vibrant tapestry of races: humans, dwarves, elves, even minotaurs and the undead marched among its ranks.
These diverse warriors had once been victims of the insidious Twilight Cult, but now they rallied beneath the banner of the Radiant Light. The alliance had grown into a power that embraced nearly every race known across the land, and even a few rarely seen beyond hidden valleys and half-forgotten ruins. Each had offered up their share of soldiers, priests, or mages to strengthen the Expeditionary Force.
Within the First Light encampment, the holy blessing was palpable. A Paladin resting there found not only their stamina replenished at twice the normal rate, but also their health and mana subtly fortified, as though wrapped in an invisible shield. The moment they left the camp's sanctified aura, however, that protective embrace faded.
