A regional Map of the lands of Faerun, circa 1856
The High Moor
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The Kraken pub and inn was famed for two things: the unusual drinks and the abnormal amount of space. It squatted beneath overcrowded teneme...
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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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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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"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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A Speech in the Street I glanced at a copy of the Courier that a young diner at the local coffeehouse left behind with a meager tip. The yo...
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Political Preparations Mayflower sat at his desk contemplating the latest draft of his speech, rummaging through papers as he compiled his n...
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Lindion walked back and forth, her hand working tirelessly as she recorded every important detail she could find on this stone mural. She di...
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