Millennia Quake

A Town to be Pitied

Tarsakh 3 – Third day of the Claw of the Storms. Weather is clear, but rumors of a cold rain are widespread.

Welcome to Llorkh!
This will be the coldest welcome you receive.

The town looks like any other from a distance. smoke rises from stacks and cobblestone paths meander along the landscape. Roast mutton stinks the air and horses clip-clop here and their, hauling furs and tradegoods.

But once your discerning eyes see the faces of the inhabitants, and the odd standard flying from the gate posts, you know there is more to Llorkh than a harsh way of life indicative of this frontier.


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