Here we are, the dregs of kingdoms and times. The great heap of memories and unfulfilled dreams of ghosts with great ambitions. The Dreg Heap is not a pretty place… it’s like a dilapidated kitchen with leftovers that only vaguely resemble kitchen scraps. The rats fight over the last mouldy scraps in this dilapidated hole that offers no protection from the cold or wind. A sad sight.
Further down, after we have left the ruin of a castle, there is a swamp waiting to be explored, to rob the desperate souls here of their last possessions. But I have no pity for them, I am sure that they themselves did not come by these things by unquestionable means.
At the end of the line, a schizophrenic fire demon awaits us… even the last echo of what used to be here, he has definitely seen better days. Sparing him only shortens his suffering and hastens the inevitable. Welcome to the Dreg Heap.
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