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« on: January 24, 2011, 11:46:33 AM »
Tier 7 is coming soon.
The Rainy Marshes
In the very heart of Western Karaganda, where even the native citizens of this land do not dare to set foot in, the Rainy Marshes are located. Rain never seizes here. It is as if somebody… or something… became much angry a long time ago and decided to strike down the place with furious storms and floods. The Dark River, which splits the Marshes into two halves, is constantly overflowing, creating vast and impassable swamps. Some of these swamps are dark and cold, sun rays never shed light on them. But if they do, they will reveal things, which we would not see in our most frightening nightmares.
The soil almost entirely consists of clay. The town and the Castle in the province are built out of clay – the last vestiges of men. In west the jungle has almost completely taken over the Clay Town. Beings are lurking on the streets and behind the walls of the houses. Beings nobody knows anything about. And if somebody indeed knows something, he will never admit it. Because those creatures are much too horrible to be real.
In east, like a dim idol, observing silently the engulfed in mystical evil land, the Clay Castle stands tall. His walls are very old, scraped and ruined. His once mighty Citadel is cracked into two halves, as if it was hit with a hammer by a giant long time ago.
Shadows are wandering through the wide, overgrown with bushes streets.
When the night comes these shadows change. And what are they turning into, can make even the bravest one to scream in terror.
And the rain keeps pouring.
Without being able to wash away the corruption, suffocating this ancient land.
The Rainy Marshes
In the very heart of Western Karaganda, where even the native citizens of this land do not dare to set foot in, the Rainy Marshes are located. Rain never seizes here. It is as if somebody… or something… became much angry a long time ago and decided to strike down the place with furious storms and floods. The Dark River, which splits the Marshes into two halves, is constantly overflowing, creating vast and impassable swamps. Some of these swamps are dark and cold, sun rays never shed light on them. But if they do, they will reveal things, which we would not see in our most frightening nightmares.
The soil almost entirely consists of clay. The town and the Castle in the province are built out of clay – the last vestiges of men. In west the jungle has almost completely taken over the Clay Town. Beings are lurking on the streets and behind the walls of the houses. Beings nobody knows anything about. And if somebody indeed knows something, he will never admit it. Because those creatures are much too horrible to be real.
In east, like a dim idol, observing silently the engulfed in mystical evil land, the Clay Castle stands tall. His walls are very old, scraped and ruined. His once mighty Citadel is cracked into two halves, as if it was hit with a hammer by a giant long time ago.
Shadows are wandering through the wide, overgrown with bushes streets.
When the night comes these shadows change. And what are they turning into, can make even the bravest one to scream in terror.
And the rain keeps pouring.
Without being able to wash away the corruption, suffocating this ancient land.