The Northern Trantine Hills, Winter 2405-6 After stripping the ruinous town of Scorcio of every scrap and splinter of timber they could scavenge, Lord Cralk’s ratmen horde had marched into the Trantine hills. There, upon the Grey Seer’s command, they had halted atop a hillock. Cralk lay himself down upon a pallet and entered a […]

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