A regional Map of the lands of Faerun, circa 1856
The High Moor
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The lands of Faerun are rich with spoken languages and older dialects which are "dead"; these are languages were are merely academ...
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"Souls are like cobbled roads which sway through endless moments of grief, wonder, pain and beauty. Walking these roads present many pi...
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Tobias Flint was not a particularly educated man. He had never gotten "book learning" but knew his "good book." He did l...
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Duke Cyrus Inglemeijer squinted behind the blue tinted goggles, attempting to penetrate the yellowish pea-souper which billowed lazily acros...
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The smooth stone walls glistened in the dim electric lights which hung from the ceiling. The genteel figure, dressed in disheveled evening w...
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I had observed many a man of sound mind who, when faced with the reality of the things beyond the vale, something fundamentally changes. Y...
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