High up in the treacherous Ash Mountains is the city of Hartmur. The city lies upon a long dead trade route through the mountain range. The eldest of the citizens can remember a time when the city was beautiful to look upon... before the darkness came. A powerful spell, woven by the mages of what has become known as the Undead City, keeps the sky overcast with a thick cover of clouds. The people began to despair; the days were in twilight, and the nights blackest pitch. Undead from the nearby city began roaming the street, people were afraid to go outside, keeping their doors barred shut.
The Mage Guild and Black Temple came shortly after the darkness enveloped the city. Only a few people have any scraps of knowledge about the strange tower in the middle of market square or the hideous Temple along Royal Street. Those who seek out the dangers of either without learning all they can are never heard from again... a few return as gibbering madmen.
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