An underground club, meeting place, and fortress
Its old and battered exterior hides a subtle, and finicky, magic.
An enchanted forest where music permeates the fabric of life, leaving its mark on fauna and flora alike.
The City of Bells, home of Bornegault’s Tongue.
"Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken." ~Ludwig van Beethoven
The haunting, eerie ‘songs’ of the Thoron.
the sounds of war