An Old Memory
Deep in the woods by some hidden cairn in
Western Huraedon is an eroding statue of Hod the Great, he who conquered and civilized the lands after the fall of
Nelqora. It is an old face; a tired face. Behind its shoulders and the tall trunks of hemlock trees are the
Western Mountains, jutting like jagged teeth. Many
adventurers have rested here, preparing their way into the mountains. It is an almost sacred place; permeating the air here is a solemn sense of decay; a whisper of grandeur once established but now lost.
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