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far to the east of the old Kingdom of Serai, once a cornerstone of the Greater Human Kingdom with its now ancients walls and towers barren, ever drenched in the onslaught of the damned eternal winter brought by the perverse mages of the Tower of Derge only 40 years ago, and haunted as most things are with the ever undead spirit folk, Djinn and ghoul alike, to mention the kinder ones. the latter most near the corpses of unmarked or missing graves, the former a problem in every sense for the traveler of the frozen roads. this and yet not to mention the once templars now bandits, raiding the highways, squatting in the old fortresses as if their oaths are still being fulfilled. but our tale this day concerns east of that once great trading hub: the desolate kingdom of Zuthai, with sea in view from the north the great serpents can be seen rising from the waves, the Siren's languidly awaiting on stones and beaches as the snow ever falls, biting with the cruel whipping winds, lay a tower, still standing and much alive with food and hearth. for in this tower a princess, Seraphina of the Kingdom Wuther was taken 10 years ago by a devious wanting court mage, now you are here in the cracked frozen streets, the grand tower aglow in sight and rising up a great beacon,only now do you see why the tower hasn't been taken by bandits...for the dead are numerous here, a mass grave for men who once bore swords and its tower...it's quiet, almost serene in its calm...