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| − | At the far east of [[Praag]] lies a large open area, known as the '''Bleakness''', that was once used to bury the poor, graze livestock, and support refugee populations during times of strife. Since the [[Great War Against Chaos|War]], no grass will grow there, and the dead beneath the soil regularly come back to the surface. A cloying green miasma hangs over the area most days, and moaning [[spirits]] call to the unwary. Nobody goes there anymore, except adventurers sent on some fool's errand or [[necromancers]]. There is, for example, a [[Insanity|mad]] [[priest]] in the Old Town who believes the loam of the Bleakness is touched by the [[Aethyr]], and he pays well for [[Wheelbarrow|wheelbarrows]] of the stuff to supply his "great experiment."{{Fn|1a}} |
+ | At the far east of [[Praag]] lies a large open area, known as the '''Bleakness''', that was once used to bury the poor, graze [[livestock]], and support refugee populations during times of strife. Since the [[Great War Against Chaos|War]], no grass will grow there, and the dead beneath the soil regularly come back to the surface. A cloying green miasma hangs over the area most days, and moaning [[spirits]] call to the unwary. Nobody goes there anymore, except adventurers sent on some fool's errand or [[necromancers]]. There is, for example, a [[Insanity|mad]] [[priest]] in the Old Town who believes the loam of the Bleakness is touched by the [[Aethyr]], and he pays well for [[Wheelbarrow|wheelbarrows]] of the stuff to supply his "great experiment."{{Fn|1a}} |
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Latest revision as of 23:00, 20 November 2018
At the far east of Praag lies a large open area, known as the Bleakness, that was once used to bury the poor, graze livestock, and support refugee populations during times of strife. Since the War, no grass will grow there, and the dead beneath the soil regularly come back to the surface. A cloying green miasma hangs over the area most days, and moaning spirits call to the unwary. Nobody goes there anymore, except adventurers sent on some fool's errand or necromancers. There is, for example, a mad priest in the Old Town who believes the loam of the Bleakness is touched by the Aethyr, and he pays well for wheelbarrows of the stuff to supply his "great experiment."[1a]