Ironcross
Ironcross sits at the juncture of ancient trails and industrial trade routes, forged by mining veins that thread the mountain’s heart. Its streets are lined with smithies, taverns, and hurried merchants, all feeding off the wealth and danger of the mines. Tensions simmer between native mountain folk and workers recruited from the industrial states to the south. The sound of pickaxes and hammers echoes day and night, chasing away the eerie mountain silence.
Ironcross
Where mountain veins and crossroads collide in restless industry.
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