Dravod Knock

Crude wooden shacks, encrusted with generations of silt, cluster upon the mud plains of Lake Porphyria’s eastern shore. Here a filthy but indomitable people of hearty Kellid stock tramp the sucking murk daily, hauling clay for bricks or dredging for bulbous-eyed mud fish and stranger catches. Impoverished but proud, the villagers cling to aged traditions and look to the mud for all things—including the burial of their dead and the punishment of criminals.

Dravod Knock

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