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Symbaroum: Items & Money “In the ruins of Symbaroum a dream sight revealed a well, a cauldron, a sinkhole. Out of its depth a blightling came sidling, filth forged in flesh, cruelty carved in bone, a decoction of the World Serpent’s marrow. The blight beast ogled me hungrily and in its burning eyes I saw the death of all.” Kapitel 1: Exodus  Det engang så frugtbare Alberetor henligger goldt og øde. Korruptionens ødelæggelser af landet har sendt de tidligere indbyggere i døden eller på flugt nordpå. Vi er en lille gruppe af mennesker, der er rejst fra landet nord for the ...mere

A nation on the run. A homeland ravaged and barren.  To stay would mean certain death. Going back is only considered by the foolish and those who have vowed to die on their native soil. Under these circumstances the people must be considered blessed to have such an amazingly beautiful, abundantly rich, so warmly welcoming destination ahead – Ambria, the promised land of Queen Korinthia. “Dreaming I was carried to the hall, fell with the leaves to mossy floors beneath eerie vaults. I settled afore a regal seat; of human design, from oaktree and pine, a terrible thorn-covered throne ...mere