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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Thomas Percy" data-source="post: 2624425" data-attributes="member: 11931">Maybe Helmsport-Ulatos from Maztica FR AD&D."Fires of Zetal" with descripition of this new wold city is free downlad: <a href="http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/dnd/downloads" target="_blank">http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/dnd/downloads</a>It's a question of month, The Forge will release 2nd part of "Strongholds", description of small town, 1000 souls. Beta pic and excerpts: <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v226/Anuire/Places/SmallTown.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />III, 6: CALL to ARMSThe decision is up to the ruler of the town. It is war. In the temple the bell tolls. For that sign as given from heaven the other chapells respond, waking the neighbors further and further until the sound rings in the whole barony. On the top of the castle there is a sudden flame. Like lighten up from a single spark, the signaling devices on the vassals’ donjons are gradually being lit up, transmitting the signal to the ends of the feud. The barony at night glitters now like a starlit sky. From the castle’s gate dozens of riders with raised torches start their ride, bringing call to arms to the knights. Prester in the silence of his chamber reads a scroll – and in the same second the Count knows his feud is on fire. In hundred manors there are hectic comings and goings: the squires are saddling the horses and armoring their knights. After a while trains ride to the town, adjoining to the three horse teams of warriors met on the road. The net of the town’s roads is being filled with streams of steel, dust and banners gleaming in the light of an county dawn. In the meantime the capital doesn’t lay lazy. A great ring of Road Wardens surrounds several dozens of wagons waiting before castle gates. On the tournament fields the captains point with their banners the place in the battle order. The trains divide: the knights form the company of knights, the men-at-arms – a squadron of infantry.  The horns blow. The baron in the company of a Prester, Journeyman Mage, clerics and guards ride into the troops. Restraining his horse, he points the direction. Behind his banner there forms a steel snake, surrounded by ring of Road Wardens. Among the weeping of wives, dogs’ barking, in the dust the army vanish beyond the forest.</blockquote>

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