Part of the Sex Bandwagon. Lord's Castle, 8 Myrmidons, manned by 90. The hex that surrounds the Castle Calliope is overgrown, flush with monsters (though there are no toads), and starved of attention. The soil is good, should any would-be agriculturalist sample it. The rocks that white the waters of the nearby river are visible from the walls of the castle. The approach has been left abandoned, unused and forgotten, for some time. The cobbles have collapsed, running this way under hard rains and that way beneath the pressure of a crawling vine. The vine's name is Luchre's Kiss and it is said to serve as a love potion when its roots are ground and brewed as tea. A mere two hours march along the conquered road brings one to the gardens; massive sunflowers and vegetables looking small against the high walls of the battered castle. Battered is no understatement. Deep gashes lie across her walls, looked over by masons long ago and deemed superficial, and one of her corner towers has…
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