Sample V-06: The Iron Concordat
The castle of Ravenloft clung to the cliffside like a gargoyle of grey stone, overlooking a valley choked with mist and the ruins of a dozen burnt villages. Inside the Great Hall, the air was thick with the smell of tallow candles and the metallic tang of old armor. Lord Alaric stood before a semi-circle of twelve men, each wearing the crest of a different, warring duchy. Alaric was not a...
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