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The Gorean winds howl like banshee's, they whistle and whip though the cravasse. The Three Gorean moons rise high in the midnight sky as you climb the rocky slopes upwards towards the escarpment high atop the Voltai mountainrange.
A cold mist hangs heavy as you journey upwards, the air becoming thinner and thinner as you begin to gasp. Stopping to peer over the craggy boulders you stop something in the distance. Finally reaching the top you look down again into the abyss below then up as you encounter the House of Dark Reign, abode of Master Nuitari Ranus, Gorean Warrior, feared by many, hated by some, and resepcted by most.
There carved deeply within the high stoneface of the treacherous mountainside is His keep. Forged in blood, sweat and hard labor, the tall watchtowers greet you as do the great carved statues of the feared mountain larl.
The festering remains of His slain enemies, their bleached white skeletons now dangle from the outer walls, telling lurid tales of many a blood drenched battle and wars fought. Thou horrid many would turn their heads away seeing this horrific display, their meaning is evident as you pass through the main gates and thru the heavy bolted wooden door.
Beware stranger and be warned for this is no ordinary Keep, it is the home of Gorean Warrior, a home of repsect and honor. There is only death and destruction for the weak and the dishonorable who cross these stones and would defile this place. |
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