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Message: <blockquote data-quote="reason" data-source="post: 4215701" data-attributes="member: 6022">The city is between hills in the center of a once-mighty forest. The trees here have lost their leaves and most of their branches to a strange rot, and have become petrified in but a short time after. The undergrowth is all gone save for strange, ropy thornbushes. Strange runes are marked upon the hills in broken stone, shapes that hurt the mind to see.The city was pillars and white stone amidst the mightiest trees; now it is in ruins, the stones pulled hapazardly to build rune-structures upon the hills. The trees themselves look like twisted pillars, bare of branch and leaf. Bones lie in the street, unnoticed, where the incautious crushed themselves in pulling down their manses.The thing beneath the hills rose from the depths of the world, fallen from the stars in an age of mighty sorcery. It is a maggot of the starspawn, massive and vile, slowly transforming in sorcery and strange growth. Its thousand fine spine-tendrils rise from its lair beneath the earth to twist in the air. Many elves stand and stare, mindless and starving, at the movement of the tendrils. Others yet work themselves to death in dragging stone to the hills.This is a shunned place now, remote even before the starspawn, but none go there, and none come from there.Reason<a href="http://www.principiainfecta.com" target="_blank">Principia Infecta</a></blockquote>