Eladarel

Deep in the forests, across the fjord from the Pilor peninsula, sleeps Eladarel the dead capital of Malath. Its streets are quiet, and homes sit open. On kitchen tables dinner still sits warm, and music still drifts in the air. But there are no people here for they all died three centuries ago when Antarey’s Doom turned them all to trees. Who knows what secrets this haunted city keeps hidden.

Eladarel

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