Ghosti'dor

Ul Thera watched from very high up as the cold night winds blew over Ghosti'dor where she stood away from him, proud and secluded on the lowlands.

He could see the lighted torches that lined her little borders, forming her walls and guarding her magic, keeping her evils forever in their place.

With his three legs, and hyming a quiet rhythm to his heart, he stepped slowly towards the sight, marvelling at the history of these lands.

There before him was the land of the dead on the land of the living. Ghosti'dor, the legendary world of nightsingers. Haunted by spirits, housing the dead, and ruled by the living.

Very long ago, this land was no more than a barren lowland of strife, pain, hunger and nothing. A land of slaves and peasants, with no place in the world of kings and lords. Until the bequest of the great dragon.

Ruby, the great paragon of envy came to them in her mighty wings and colourful flight, bringing an offer to these people of the lowlands. The great dragon gave to them a
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