A Grotesque Well in the Blackened Hold
The road splits north, further into the Blackened Hold, and south, towards
the Tower of the Clans. More screams, likely the results of some horrid
torture, can be heard. A crumbling stone well, filled daily with fresh blood,
sits in the center of the busy square.
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A crumbling stone well is here, ready to collapse.
A beaked trolloc stands here, listening to the ravens cawing in his ears.
An ugly, mud covered trolloc stands here, sniffing for blood.
A wicked Kno'mon hunterkiller checks for tracks.
A small deer is here watching over herself.
A small deer is here watching over herself.
A small deer is here watching over herself.
A small deer is here watching over herself.
A small deer is here watching over herself.
A small deer is here watching over herself.
A small deer is here watching over herself.
A small deer is here watching over herself.
A small deer is here watching over herself.
A Dreadlord smirks here, an aura of power about him.