When Baal, the Lord of Destruction, marched an army of the Burning Hells upon Sescheron, he was met by a lone emissary who denied him passage. To this day, all who dare enter the ruins are met with a gruesome reminder-some deeds are so evil that their stains never wash away. Such a high honor had only been bestowed upon two others in the past, including Bul-Kathos himself. In its final days, Sescheron was ruled by Chief Elder Kanai, who was not only loved by the people, but being considered to sit upon the Immortal Throne.
It was believed that the city would never fall, and the people of the Northern Steppes would always stand vigilant. They had done so unerringly for countless generations. Its gates guarded the lone path to Sanctuary’s most precious treasure, the Worldstone, and the Children of Bul-Kathos were tasked with defending those gates. Sescheron was once a living symbol of united Barbarian tribes. Where once the sights and sounds of a bustling city could be found, now there are only the distant howls of madmen, glimpses of hungry beasts prowling in shadows, and air thick with the palpable weight of shattered hope. The wind blows frozen wisps off snowdrifts, where they’re caught in the decorated grooves of a cold, iron bridge leading to the broken gates of Sescheron.
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