Weatherstone
Fog drifts like shredded souls through the windswept mountain pass you traverse. As the fog disperses for a moment, you see the crumbling stronghold Weatherstone rise against the northern side of the mountain pass, surrounded by a moat filled with muddy water. The landscape is barren, only thorny bushes and sharp grass survive in these lands. It is quiet, apart from singing and strange animal sounds the likes of which you have never heard before. Naked bones from horses and humans are strewn along the road closest to the stronghold. A fire burns in the watchtower in front of the stronghold and the smell of food drifts on the wind.
RUINED STRUCTURE
874 AS
874 AS
Type
Castle
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