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Krantigarh
Sarrick
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Meanwhile, a scouting force of Hung and Ungors made their way through the rough mountain passes of the Goromadny mountains, shivering as the cold winds whipped them, as the snow slid from everwhite mountain peaks and closed the passes, as the rocks eternally chipped from the steep rockfaces, almost maliciously aiming to hit any and every who passed under them. The very rocks seemed to want to kill any who moved. These norscans here must have been mighty desparate to settle here.
Whats more the wild streams of freezing water seemed to wax and wane on their own malicious and evil pulse. A hung fell into the stream, only for water to freeze as he stepped into it. He lost a leg, and very soon after, as the warhosts turned hungry, his life aswell.
And what awaited the host that moved here?
The forts of Straghov, Kaminski, Kzarla and Zvenilev. And behind them, the prize. Fort Ostrosk.
