Troskovich
Troskovich rises like a wound: gothic spires, ironwork bridges, and streets that slope toward rust-dark drains leading below; ravens watch from carved gargoyles while merchants trade in shadows and priests trade absolution for silence.
Troskovich
A city whose veins run black and whisper at night.
Turn Troskovich into a sheet
A high-res, share-ready sheet you can post or print.