"The fire did it burn,
the poor Kolâdis mill was spent
and no one ever saw a reason to repent.
The miller he grieved and the
clans still they deceived,
as the island of Chél it wept.
Brother killed brother and nobody knew,
of the threat that came with the wind."

A small verse, sung by a harp player in the town of Kolâdis in Chélemby, after the mill burnt down.

And with that, the beginning of my Chélemby campaign begins to take form. It will start in the fortified town of Kolâdis, with the players taking up the roles as one of the leading clans there.

More to come.

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Tea and Madness