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Penmoss; small city in Sirth
Topic Started: Jun 30 2011, 01:51 PM (134 Views)
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The small city of Penmoss was in south western Sirth, near the border with Old Weissland. It was a small city, with a population of only fourteen thousand people. It was fairly unremarkable apart from the swamp a few miles north of the city and a pervading moist smell which most travellers could not discern the identity of. The people, often referred to as Mossers by others in the Sirth region, were much the same as any Weisslanders, except slightly more muadlin.

The King of Half-Truths understood what these people could really smell, it was despair. Lauati sat in the tall building he had taken over to search for Mordain. He had found no trace though, it seemed that he had been deceived. This place was pathetic, not like the tall, gleaming columns and steps of his city. But that was long ago, and the city, and his Kingdom were dust, his people gone. Life had failed, all of this was just a twitch in its death-throes. It would end.

It was then that the space several feet in front of him seemed to waver and bend, before suddenly it was occupied by the Nameless Man. The enigma said simply "Krodalis has sent me." After a few moments he explained "Anailla and Nhazhan are dead. We must join together to fight our enemy."

Lauati looked at the Nameless Man, before nodding his blue head with its crown of horns once, as if a King was aggreeing to a request.
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