Punjar, The Tarnished Jewel
No city is more notorious, decadent, or deadly. A collection of spiderwebbed tenements, chaotic alleys, crumbling walls, and rat-ridden bazaars – the city’s crowded wards have produced some of the worst rogues and villains to ever stalk the world. Blackened by fire, soiled by pestilence, and scarred by war, Punjar’s history is like a grim scar drawn by the hands of the gods across its chaotic streets and specter-haunted ruins.
But Punjar is also a city of chance and wealth, where fortunes are won in a night, and lost before dawn. Where the gold-plated thrones of courtiers are born on the backs of exotic slaves, and miracles can be bought if the coin is right. Sorcerers gather in dark conclaves to exchange eldritch secrets, and the mightiest of dweomercrafters tremble at the thought of the secrets slumbering beneath the cobblestone streets and hard-packed bazaars.
Above all, Punjar is a city of fierce contrasts. It boasts fabulous wealth and abject poverty, packed bazaars and forgotten alleys, haunting beauty, torrid wickedness, unbridled weal, and terrible woe. This is Punjar, The Tarnished Jewel, a city where a quick blade and a shirt of mail are a warrior’s best defense; a city where assassins slip unnoticed across the grime covered and sooty rooftops, and the might of magic knows no limits.
So loosen your sword, keep a hand on your coin purse, and take your first steps into Punjar’s shadowy, torch-lit streets. A black mist is rolling in off the salt marsh, and the ancient city beckons…
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