Honey fields. Description of the region of fantasy world.

The honey fields before the Great Wall were built were part of the green Sea. There are mainly pastures on which you can meet horses, cows, sheep and hounds wild dogs. But… Where we finished our last trip?

To the north of the Heron's lake is the most recent part of the Great Wall, which was created here to reward you from the great anomaly, which is perceived by the surrounding inhabitants as the punishment of God. Something can be in this story, because, where now there is this raging whirl of power, yet recently stood a well-prosperous monastery, where blessings, curses and other strange things were sold. I also mention a bit about the Great Wall. It looks very splendid. A high of five to eight meters and a thick for four. In several places you can look at him, however, more accurately, mainly on his West side can see big damage. The truth is that the wall was in a hurry, without the proper design and preparation, without skilled laborers, and most importantly, without proper supervision. The result was that the wall was made up of a stone, strongly fortifieded gate and a crap-done rest. In many places, through the gaps in the wall crashing the earth, and in other holes inhabit the rats and other eyesore. Pretty about masonry, let east of the Heron Lake.

The common Port is the informal capital of the region. It is managed by the Assembly of Delegates, which is composed of representatives of the three United States of the Union and the mayor of the port, who this year has a conclusive voice in the congregation. They do not, however, exercise the actual power, they are rather puppets in the hands of a merchant bank and a cartel of butchers who encourage the congregation to make a 'odpowiednich decision. The merchant Bank has a long tradition. Founded by five warlords, who want to change their image, they called themselves merchants and founded a bank. However, their militant and insidious nature was about to be felt, forcing, usury and bandytyzmu. Nowadays, the Bank is no longer dealing with such things. Their main sources of earnings are to control trade routes and lend money to countries, kingdoms and well-rokującymed uzurpatorom. As for the city itself…

It is beautiful, rich, extensive and dangerous. The great shaft sets the boundary of the port, it is a charming place, off the beaten track, and perhaps for this reason, you can often meet here a pair of delights. The coastal part is very well developed. Numerous cranes, jetties, and even tracks were put on track to ensure efficient transport of goods from the ships to the surrounding warehouses. In the center of the city there is a magnificent temple of the patron saint of all assassins, thieves and night-colossus. From all over the continent attract various personalities wishing to make "donations" to the intent of someone else's niechybnej death. When a donation turns out to be great enough, the person you mentioned was quickly met with your God. Nobody knows whether it is due to the Colossus, the prayer of the priests, and perhaps paid from the pledges of murderers. The temple is surrounded by many stalls on a fairly huge market, and the whole market is surrounded by colourful but dirty and stinking townhouses where there are bars, brothels, which are visited by seafarers from anchored in the port Ships and vessels. Exactly opposite the temple is the building of the merchant bank. It is a richly decorated, bulky-sized building with polished marble walls where you can see your reflection. The House of the congregation is located somewhere in the side street. The whole city is surrounded by a tightly slamsami from which the workers of the docks come.

A stone's throw north of the common port is the Fort Pandora. The soldiers stationed here deal with Patrolowaniem and repairing the western part of the wall. Recently, they also engage in the fight against Żywiołakami, which rozpanoszyły on the green seas. The fort itself is not big, nor strongly fortified. The wall of with Ostrokołami was built on a circle, and in the middle was placed Garrison building, armory and observation tower. The new challenge facing the crew of the fort is called a plant rebellion that came east of the common port.

Druids and Dryads say that the plant world in the area has already had enough oppression. It is true that the surrounding forests were cut at a breakneck pace, meadows so trampled by cattle, that in some places to this day the Earth is hard as a stone. Apparently it was the angered of plants that began to transform into various monsterss and attacked every person encounter.

Going further east you'll come across a huge wasteland that was once part of Phoebe Woods. Today, this part of the forest has been only trunks. In the middle of this field is a large sawmill with many semi-automatic production lines driven by steam engines. This place is the constant target of attacks and sabotages of militia conservationists, who are able to devote much to convey the nature of what it is.

Going further east you reach the Fort Pan, which is a twin of Fort Pandora. The seizure of local warriors is mainly patrolling the eastern part of the wall, especially the guarding that the great Puszcza did not go too close to the fortifications. So grub and burn all plants at a distance of about half a mile north of the Great Wall. It also happens that the officers delegate troops to the aforementioned sawmill to guarded him from the ecologists.

From here you can look south to see the slaughterhouse. The building itself is not represented by an extremely splendid, ot several buildings and a great hall in which the livestock is still stored. More importantly, it is the seat of the Butcher's cartel, which controls the production and trade of meat in the area. The force forced the inhabitants to make all animals for slaughter go here. At the beginning of their activities, many people buntowało to this phenomenon. These people quickly disappeared, and in meat from the slaughterhouse several times the ring was found on the finger, human teeth, and once someone found a piece of the foot prosthesis.

Den is the only Dione – a small coastal settlement lying at the foot of a cracked mountain. It is a small fishing village, which is the main source of supply for the Fort Pan. There is the laboratory of Craig Charles, a scientist and the Master of the research vessel. It examines the source of the ink, a volcano in the middle of the sea from which a strange, black, oily goo is mined without interruption. Craig's ship is called the Red Dwarf with her distinctive color.

Once you've come so far, there's no way to mention a cracked mount that is slightly powerful, though not the highest on the mainland. Its slopes are mild but very treacherous. Legends say that this mountain burst as the heart of the first creator broke after he was rejected by all that he created. Great deliver up with time Zasiedliły dwarves building a great Jar here. To Jaru leads a long tunnel, whose strong fortified entrance is located on the southern slope of the mountain. The city itself has been carved out and carved in two opposite chunking walls, and it merges over hundreds of rope, wooden and brick bridges. At the highest point of the city is the seat of the king called Nameless. The tradition in ravine orders the new king to be chosen after the previous death. The priests of the temples that are located in the city make the choice. The chosen king must renounce his name, the whole family and his countrymen so that his decisions are impartial and fair. After his coronation takes the name of nameless. Below its headquarters are the temple complexes, with its grandeur and splendor distinguished by the Bejsona temple. The Pyrusa temple is slightly smaller. Even below, there are forges and workshops, shops, garrisons and households of important dwarves. At the bottom of the great Jaru are located household gray citizens. On the water that fills the bottom of the are port. The entrance to the Jaru of water guards four powerfully fortified forts equipped with hundreds of guns and one "destroyer"-a powerful cannon, whose strength is supported by krasnoludzką magic. The crest of the great Jaru is a black cracked mountain on a green background from which the Yellow Sun looks.

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