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<blockquote data-quote="Piratecat" data-source="post: 2610" data-attributes="member: 2">What our divine bovine neglected to mention is that the druids of Khet are eeevil and cannibalistic, worshipping the titan of serpents and hags!&nbsp; Thus, since my PCs are mucking about the same area, I'd like to offer....Khirdet.The trees aren't dead, but they twist like screaming corpses, reaching anguished limbs toward the sky.After the flesh is stripped from the druids' victims, their bones are placed over branches. Over the years, the trees have grown up and partially over the bones, leaving elven skeletons half-buried in the trees.&nbsp; Not all the elves have finished dying.Outside the city proper is a small marketplace. Small and wheedling titan-spawn sell sharp knives, cleavers, blade sharpeners, and flensing equipment. The tents of the merchants are weathered and patched, but their business flourishes.Snakes dangle from the trees, a sacred animal that none must kill on pain of being consumed alive at feast. They slither and wriggle across the path, supernaturally wise in the ebbing radiance of Mormo.The buildings hang suspended from the trees, seemingly impossibly balanced between weak and ill branches... but a building will never fall from its perch.&nbsp; The trees know what would happen to them if they let a building drop.&nbsp; The building are more like wicker cages than proper houses, assembled nest-like from brambles, branches, thorns, and favored bones.This is Khirdet.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Piratecat, post: 2610, member: 2"] What our divine bovine neglected to mention is that the druids of Khet are eeevil and cannibalistic, worshipping the titan of serpents and hags! Thus, since my PCs are mucking about the same area, I'd like to offer.... [b]Khirdet.[/b] The trees aren't dead, but they twist like screaming corpses, reaching anguished limbs toward the sky. After the flesh is stripped from the druids' victims, their bones are placed over branches. Over the years, the trees have grown up and partially over the bones, leaving elven skeletons half-buried in the trees. Not all the elves have finished dying. Outside the city proper is a small marketplace. Small and wheedling titan-spawn sell sharp knives, cleavers, blade sharpeners, and flensing equipment. The tents of the merchants are weathered and patched, but their business flourishes. Snakes dangle from the trees, a sacred animal that none must kill on pain of being consumed alive at feast. They slither and wriggle across the path, supernaturally wise in the ebbing radiance of Mormo. The buildings hang suspended from the trees, seemingly impossibly balanced between weak and ill branches... but a building will never fall from its perch. The trees know what would happen to them if they let a building drop. The building are more like wicker cages than proper houses, assembled nest-like from brambles, branches, thorns, and favored bones. [b]This[/b] is Khirdet. [/QUOTE]

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