Veskar's Cross
Veskar's Cross grew where five lanes meet an ancient ruined portal ringed by alder and frost-laced stone, the ring still whispering on cold nights. Traders, guides, and relic-seekers pass through beneath watchful timber barricades, while mountaineers and woodcutters supply the town. Lamps burn low in winter and the gate's residue draws scholars, cultists, and monsters in turns, making life profitable and precarious.
Veskar's Cross
Where the ruined gate breathes cold mist and every road converges.
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