A once beautiful city. Now a forsaken ruin. Home to many evil creatures.

The only remnants are buried under the debris of war. The holdings and castles there now were built by the various invaders, while the 2 brothers engaged in fighting over the throne.

The Undead are the remains of the Undead Horde that attacked Licieria, and sent a small group of 3 armies to this now backwater.

Each faction has carved out an area of influence… over nothing. Sometimes they fight, then just quit, as there isn’t much here to fight over. Probably more to keep in practice than for any gains they hope to achieve. No one controls the parts outside the areas of influence of each group. Best not to travel there, unless need requires it.

Gone are the magnificent in-laid tile boulevards, the mansions, the shops, thinking streetlights, talking doors, oh, what magnificence. If only a small part of the rumors were true about Yal, it would have been a wondrous sight to see !

All gone now to dust and ruin.

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The city was about 6 miles across.

Land of Strife entrance page

The two sons murdered their father the King, and fight over who gets to be King. Each brother controls half of the nation. The dead capitol city is Yal and is now home to many evil creatures. The city, according to legend, was 10 miles across and made up of many tall and beautiful buildings. (Aligments: one brother is LE, the other is CE; the creatures in the city are various evil alignments.)

Tanoria is humans, elves, and half-elves.

Teslarc is good people, halflings, and gnomes.

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Sargo Isle,
‘tis not the place,
for a ship and its crew to be,
somewhere out there,
on the Outer Ocean,
Its sands swallow ships and their cargo,
and sometimes the crew and passengers as well !

Ai !

Avoid the Sargo Isle,
if you can !

Some say it moves,
inside the fog that surrounds it,
out there,
on the Outer Ocean,
hunting for ships,
to have one or two for lunch,
and saving one for later,
for an inbetween meal snack !

Stinky forest,
flowers ugh !
crazy elves want flowers and leafy trees,
we fight and then leave,
let them think,
they have won this land,
if we not Orcs,
would have gladly,
let them have,
the forests,
and its birds,
flowers, streams,
and quiet !

We come back,
from time to time,
fight elves,
make them think we want woods back !

But we not want nice trees,
want thistles and brambles !

Better to let Elves,
think they have won the forest,
than to let them think,
we want not the trees !

Darn pesky nice woods,
Bah !

They sing,
about the stars and the sky,
but once,
long ago, they fried in the heat,
of desert sands,
crawling out of the sandy depths,
of the heated grains,
of sand,
of sand !

They fought the orcs,
for the quiet woods,
with its watered soil,
and won.

But the orcs remember,
when they had the woods alone,
and no elves were there,
to contend with them,
no singing,
no happiness,
no elves,
in the quiet places,
deep in the woods !