Post by Rαυεη on Jul 19, 2007 6:23:29 GMT -5
The remnants of the ancient city of Pranton stand on the northern heath of the once Netheril empire. All that remains of this once-proud city are a few shattered towers and toppled statues choked with creepers and thick brush. These ruins are bounded to the north by Scarvendale to the north and Grimscott to the south, and bisected by the Darkwalk, the street that leads to the Dark Arch. The Darkwalk is named for the haunted reputation that clings to the ruins of Pranton.
Fear of the magical traps and guardian monsters, as well as the sleepless undead, has kept most of the tombs and treasure undisturbed. Still, a few enterprising rogues have escaped the ruins with spellbooks, scrolls, magic armor, and rich caches of gems and coins. The dead far outnumber these lucky few though, and Prantonians have a saying: "Only the most desperate try to rob the dead of Pranton."
Prantonians rarely brave the overgrown northern ruins, even in the full light of day. There are persistent rumors of slave traders kidnapping folk and taking them below (a fate often threatened for unruly children by Prantonian mothers). No known maps of the underground chambers and passages exist, and no Prantonian will admit to knowing their ways.
Fear of the magical traps and guardian monsters, as well as the sleepless undead, has kept most of the tombs and treasure undisturbed. Still, a few enterprising rogues have escaped the ruins with spellbooks, scrolls, magic armor, and rich caches of gems and coins. The dead far outnumber these lucky few though, and Prantonians have a saying: "Only the most desperate try to rob the dead of Pranton."
Prantonians rarely brave the overgrown northern ruins, even in the full light of day. There are persistent rumors of slave traders kidnapping folk and taking them below (a fate often threatened for unruly children by Prantonian mothers). No known maps of the underground chambers and passages exist, and no Prantonian will admit to knowing their ways.
