The War of Horrors
Throughout the Shadow Marches, no city is half so notorious or depraved as Punjar. Blackened by fire, soiled by pestilence and scarred by war, its sandy collection of spiderwebbed tenements and rat-ridden bazaars have birthed some of the worst rogues and villains to ever stalk the storied swamps of Western Khorvaire.
But Punjar is also a city of chance and adventure, where fortunes are won in a night and lost before dawn. Where gems glint and flare in the lamplight, the might of magic knows no bounds and a warrior’s best defense is stalwart comrades. Despite Punjar’s lack of mineral wealth and crumbling buildings, the citizenry’s indomitable spirit refuses to let the city die.