A Shining Doom Has Come To Broketree....
The silver poison has come again. In the days when your grandfathers were young the poisonous eastern hills roared with thunder and sent streaks of gleaming filth down the Sweetwater River. Those who drank of it sickened, but what else were they to drink in this dry land? If a band of brave scouts had not discovered ancient purification filters in the ruins... [click here for more]
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