Danish Zombie Bear is trying to say "Welcome to Noth". So Velcome to the Land of Noth. It's crazy old, crawling with the most mundane undead you'll ever come face to face with and suffering from bureaucratic immortality. The mansions grow like cancer. The mountains are actually vast ruins. False gods and idols are put into a zoo for the public. But everyone is dead or frozen or disappeared and have left their shadows behind. And their valuables. Just watch out for the tentacled things that killed them. And the infectious insanity.
Ironhold is the shittiest of settlements in the Known World. The citizens are drunk by 10am. Except for these crazy bozos who insist on exploring the outskirts of that ancient, fabled, completely defunct Land of Noth. Why? "They're greedy, violent adrenaline junkies," say the Ironhold drunks/upright citizens. That's plausible. When a giant wasp tries to lay eggs in your chest cavity, you have to be crazy to go right back for more.
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