The Old Wall
The constant winds whipped across the rock. The storm had been going on for several days now. Muris had begun to think that he would be forever soaked to the bone. The northern route through the Old Wall was a risky one. The storms had blown down many of the emplacements, which made travelling a good deal easier than going through the southern routes, where you might be detoured miles by an errant wall. However, the ease of passage was mitigated, quite simply, by the storms themselves.
The Great Storm as it was sometimes called, had been said to be roiling more or less continuously since the Great War. The weather whipped across the plains more often than not, and while it may not have been strictly uninterrupted in the several centuries since it first began, it had held it’s reputation nonetheless.
Muris knew about the bandits who roamed the Old Wall, taking refuge in the miles and miles of mounds and edifices that crisscrossed the land. They made their lairs among the stone and wood walls and had a network of passaged and tunnels known only to them. Typically, they hired themselves out as Guides. If you were accompanied by a Guide you were safe. However, if you tried to make the passage on your own, you were likely to run out of provisions, whether through the trials of navigating the mazes, or the sudden lightness of your packs.
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