Spurside Example

Chenyaya's grief

Old even a thousand years ago, Canal Cursed Solis sits on a rocky outcrop at the mouth of the Dal, brooding and malevolent, a slumbering dragon with a thousand teeth and breath of flame. In the distance, the dying light of a winter sun glints silver reflection off the Canal that caused her downfall. And at the head of that cursed Canal sits Dal-Haven. Gate Guard for the City States up river, defending trade and acting as warder against the viperous thing that people call Solis. Solace, Solis, Soul- less. What was, what is, what will be.

Built into the ancient bedrock, deep in the cold heart of Solis, many were the rumours of ancient treasures in its dark and forgotten vaults.