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I Remember A Town Of Wax

Mighty Lair

on the

Snowsquall Tundra

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Świeca-Upon-The-Melt
YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOME HERE

“ In the midst of the tundra, a golden oasis gleams. Here a quiet agricultural community is improbably marooned by fields of sungrass rippling like the ocean, bioluminescent and breathing. It is the local people's principal crop, building material, fuel source, god and saviour. A river the colour of candlewax, contaminated with agricultural run-off, carves a wide, lazy path through the town. On some nights, the waters run a deep, blackish crimson. Algae bloom, they say. The harvest never ends.

Here, the concentric grasslands are so thick as to be impenetrable from a crows-eye view. But the town's inhabitants whisper of a mouth at the center of the fields, an insatiable hunger close to their homes and hidden from view. In that slight and nervous way of simple folk, they fear what they worship. The learned town council has no such fear.

Here, a dedicated platoon of rangers keeps watch over the gods, venturing into fields ready for harvest to retrieve the mysterious foundlings which appear there, the Born-Of-The-Field. They say that when they are alone in the grasses, their gods will appear before them.

Korja is here as a learned adventurer, an artist, cartographer, and amateur biologist. He never meant to stay long, but the beating heart of the fields draws him closer every day. He doesn't understand this place; he cannot leave until he does. His veins tangle with shooting grassroots, and the light spills from his mouth when he sleeps.

There is something terribly wrong with this town. “