Artists and cut-throats, beggars and kings... They all were promised their deepest unspoken desires by the unseen host of the Knolls of Torment. Now their contorted skeletons pile up in sprawling, ivory mounds over the demi-plane, reaching always higher. It is said that, when the mounds will reach the blood-red skies, their creator will be free to roam our world once again.
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