Lemonhill
A village of whitewashed walls and lemon groves on a hill above the sea. Everyone who ever went looking for trouble set out from here, and most of them came back.
Farmland, forest, fen and ash on a map of hexes, carved up between three banners. The north belongs to the dead. Past it, worse.
Four districts, each with its own chat and its own news. Tap a place on the map.
A village of whitewashed walls and lemon groves on a hill above the sea. Everyone who ever went looking for trouble set out from here, and most of them came back.

The Empire of Renvaar is taking Brennwald road by road. Solvaria lends to both, and wins either way.

Plate black with fire and a sword as long as a man. Most heroes who walk into his hall don't walk out.
So walk first. Standing before any boss, begin a Trial: for three hours your real steps wear it down. A full Trial leaves the boss and its guard 40% weaker.
Nothing there shows its level. Walking heals no one. Fall there, and you may come home with nothing.
Osric has PERISHED in the Dreadlands.
Next on the road
Every fight watched to the last blow. Brigands, bears, and the Arena.
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