Pawnige
“All the truth in the world is held in stories.”
It has been a long journey, traveling with the caravan headed to Begdor. The wind howls above you on this dark and cold night. Walking for miles, your feet ache as you trudge on. The sound of huge wagons, clanking with goods, dragged on by tame Bohaber is the only sound for everyone is quite now, it has been a tiresome journey, that everyone prays, is about to end.
To the Far North lies the thick and mysterious forest of Magic's Crux where the Dru'Dar make their home, To the west lies the rest of the cradle of the world and the great lake that touches it. Ahead of you is the Great Mount where the elder dragons dwell.
As you reach the crest of a gentle hill you see, carved into one of the smaller mountains surrounding the Great Mount itself, the city Begdor. Two colossal stone images of dwarves holding out their massive stone lanterns filled with blue flame stand to either side of the gate. The gate itself stands 100 feet tall and is made from mettle and wood, the face is carved with tales of the gods and creation. You have reached Begdor pride of the dwarves, home of Hrothgar Windforge the greatest smith in Idain and founder of the city.
To the Far North lies the thick and mysterious forest of Magic's Crux where the Dru'Dar make their home, To the west lies the rest of the cradle of the world and the great lake that touches it. Ahead of you is the Great Mount where the elder dragons dwell.
As you reach the crest of a gentle hill you see, carved into one of the smaller mountains surrounding the Great Mount itself, the city Begdor. Two colossal stone images of dwarves holding out their massive stone lanterns filled with blue flame stand to either side of the gate. The gate itself stands 100 feet tall and is made from mettle and wood, the face is carved with tales of the gods and creation. You have reached Begdor pride of the dwarves, home of Hrothgar Windforge the greatest smith in Idain and founder of the city.
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