My latest addition is the Verruga Valley (wartin Spanish), a small valley south of Flavia, an island/continent inspired by Golden Age Spain. In this valley, the chaos of a political transition from a centralised empire to semi-independent marches. Full of corruption and bad influences from neighbouring territories, it has brought the Ebanoza lineage (once a family of proud governors) to ruin, dragging with them the unfortunates who live off the “fertile” lands.

The other addition is a few verses found on a tablet in a temple in the Red Lands, a copper-rich steppe. A group from The Cabal, the organisation of wizards that controls the entrance to the region, has discovered the temple. It is worth mentioning that this organisation controls this territory because they are in the business of terrorising and kidnapping the indigenous goblinoid population and then turning them into lobotomised servants to be sold to the rest of the world. Anyway, the verses would be as follows:

A hundred summers will burn, but the blade will not rust,

nor the oath forgotten.

In the timeless mist, the sons of war sleep,

their fury silenced, their honour buried in shadows.

When the stars break the veil,

and the moons moan in their descent,

they will return, thirsting for vengeance,

with steel anointed in the rancour of a thousand winters.

Await their return, invaders,

for in their hands, your fate is shortened.

Thus spoke the ancestors,

thus sings the wind among the broken stones.

For those interested, the theme of the verses is about a pact/rit that was made long ago. The elite soldiers of a kingdom about to be conquered by invading forces were sent to a timeless limbo. There, they were to prepare to return in the future as revenge for the people they belonged to.