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Southern Dragon's Teeth Mountains
Four days march to Vitium
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The Southern Mountains are quite a beautiful sight for those that call them home, lush green fields, hills and forests making up the base of the mountains and the in between, with the tall white peaks overlooking below, one would have the impression the locals would enjoy a mostly mundane existence, however, that is far from the truth. 

The naming of the long Mountain Range is oddly appropriate, for all within would eventually become ensnared by the Dragon's Teeth, and be devoured. For most of their time living in the Mountains, the local villages and towns would often be raided by the Mongrels and other beastmen living high up in the Mountains, and contend with the Vitium Slavers and their Grogar Mercenaries to the East, a somewhat manageable, if tiring existence for the locals.

However most unfortunate for the people of the Southern Mountains is that something much worse is marching it's way from the North. 

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Black smoke rises high up towards the skies as yet another town was pillaged and razed to the ground by the marauding Warbands of the Dragonfang Tribe, charred and severed corpses of the towns people littering the ground, an assortment of Paleskin creatures looting the dead, even fighting over who would be able to feast upon the charred flesh, just the way they like it. 

Walking down towards what used to be the Market square, a tall imposing Highborn Grogar, a well-muscled brute of a beast, his face mostly covered by a piece of cloth, Morg the Ghastly as they called him. He was flanked by two Lycans clad in grey heavy armor, segments of the armor painted in blood with dragon shapes.

The trio approached a large gathering of Grogar and Beastmen warriors as they assembled in the Market Square, all turning to them as they cheered on with unholy and beastly zeal until he climbed atop the Water Fountain in the center. "I'd says that was a job well down, right boys and wenches?!?!?!" He screamed out gleefully in a graveling tone, quickly followed by cheers in unison. "That's what I wanna hear!" he said as jumped down. "This is it you bastards, time to send a message to the Spine, the Dragonfangs are not to be ignored! We're gonna  burn it all, and in the ashes, the Ashen Devil rises! Glory to Argu! Glory to the Master!" 
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