The-Place-Not-Named

Woe unto those who get even a glimpse of this horrid city of great antiquity and evil.

The true name shall not be recorded here, as to speak it brings the attention of its greatest evil-doers.

An ancient being of immense power and evil is rumored to be chained for all eternity in a structure called The Black Cathedral. Beyond that, we know almost nothing save that it ordered attacks on Windamere and collaborated, briefly, with the Mad Wizard, Essidar when Queen Arana was kidnapped.

Reports from scouts say that large, if rotten, bridges of stone cross the rivers to the west and east, and just below the city the rivers merge and enter the ocean. No boats go here, as anything on the rivers will be attacked by swarms of Misborn or worse things.

The city itself has large, rotten, ruinous, and noxious towers of a sort no longer made in this world. Misshapen things wander by day or night, though night is worse, when the city is said to faintly glow green from an ancient curse and the howls and gibberings of those within can be heard for miles. A few bold scouts reported a giant, headless horror that stumbles among the ruins, larger than any Shambler, a thing said to be worshipped as a god by a twisted cult whose brazen banners hang from the blank eye-sockets of the dead towers.

For these reasons and more, the Boaton-Thozanga road skirts the city to the south, though that route takes it through a swamp that is also haunted, after dark especially, by foul creatures. From the Boaton road branches The Forsaken Road, always in good repair despite the attempts of woodsmen from both Thozanga and Boaton to block it.

Those who are magically sensitive or touched by strong magic should not even gaze upon the Place-Not-Named from a distance. Their wills must be strong or their footsteps will be drawn into the place, and they will have terrible visions hinting at what lies within.