Here in the place where the Iron Winds howl, wreaking their horrifying changes on those caught within its grasp, the drit crunches beneath feet and beats against exposed skin. The raging screams of mad abhumans bent by bloodlust sound in the distance. The air smells burnt and blackened. The throb of something beneath the earth rattles bones.
It is an ancient place that has watched eight worlds rise and fall across endless stretches of time. It speaks neither of a beginning nor of an end, only of mute witness to the aeons. Human, abhuman, visitant, monstrosity, ultraterrestrial - all of these, and more, have strode its lengths. It has outlasted innumerable civilizations and there are those who speak The Truth that say that it will outlast countless more.
It is The Crossroads, and there are many tales to tell of its strange ways.
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