Lore, Bedtime Stories, and Tales for the Campfire

A young man was interviewed at a crossroads in the Hume city of New Ashen, littering around in anxiety, he seemed like a bloke with an interesting story to tell. Spoken with a rugged tone:

“T’was not too far from here, a tunnel leading under the city of new ashen hides away the darkest secrets. Places where wells end up, things people have discarded accumulate there in mass..It’s a dangerous place, they call them the catacombs. How do I know? I’ve been there! It’s a horrid place with gigantic claws that rip flesh to sunder within seconds. Tis a place with monsters that come out at night to grab children and woman to drag them down into the pits...”

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Ancient Yui scriptures depict legends of powerful magicks, mighty enough to shift the direction of the sun slightly. Enough to shine heat wherever these sages wished. They drained lakes and used this power to defend their lands. This power though is only myth and has not been proven by any Yui scholar in multiple generations.