Within the walls of the Great Pit lies decrepit and shady characters in vein hopes of seeking fortune, valor and a sense of raw lawlessness and rugged freedom that could never be dreamt upon on the surface.
Somewhere, dug deep into the great mountains, an architectural feat of wonder slumps wounded and rotten. Within the walls of the Great Pit lies decrepit and shady characters in vein hopes of seeking fortune, valor and a sense of raw lawlessness and rugged freedom that could never be dreamt upon on the surface.
And then there was you: The baby faced brat who saw sights through silk lined books, desperate to return a stolen trinket to a wealthy father in hopes of mending a flickering arranged marriage. But no book, scroll, tale or shanty could of prepared you for this sort of violent madness. Surrounded by Murderers, Rapists and Thieves, you better wish you were dead.
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