Tellus Lore

You find yourself in the center of Veija in Sundar looking for a place to escape the bitter cold winds coming from the Decrine Mountain range to the North. Drawn by the sounds of merryment going on inside the tavern you decide to walk towards it and cautiously open the heavy door of the public house.

"You! Stranger!" shouts an old Barkeep as soon you peer your head inside. "Come in...you are letting the cold air in!"

Reluctantly you enter and sit down at a stool at the bar. The stool nearest to the door. A person can never be too cautious around these parts.

You find yourself sitting next to a drunk Sundar with a black cloth covering his eyes. Another blind Army veteran of the Four Nation Liberation Wars left destitute after having fought bravely for his Nation.

"Welcome traveller to my Pub, best cesspit in all of the Tellus grand territories! What will it be stranger? Fancy a tipple or are you here for summat else" he said raising his bushy eyebrow.

"Ah, I guess I can tell ye a few stories from around these parts while you drink" the Barkeep said as he smiled a near toothless smile.

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