Yet this morning, a dreadful recrudescence rises from the depths of buried nightmare in the vaults below Carrion Hill. Often enough that only a few sinister scholars and curious minds know the true nature of the hill’s original inhabitants. The strange city of Carrion Hill has long loomed over the surrounding swamps in eastern Ustalav, yet its rulers have shifted many times through the centuries.
Only its name has remained constant through the ages-Carrion Hill." The city was built upon the battlefields of history past, for many have sought to control this key feature, this lonely hill in a sea of mud and mire. Know that this is but the latest of cities to crown this summit, a monument to the filth and grime and waste of civilization. "Walk, if you will, the claustrophobic alleys of the Tangle, the middenstone vats of the Filth, and the cobbled white roads at the summit of an ancient hill.
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