Ruins of Baldur
Skeleton of a dead empire
There are many legends of what could be here, but what used to be here was a city were Dwarves, humans, elves and all other races from around the continent and the planes lived in relative harmony, until the maw of the earth opened and bore its fangs, demolishing the city and unleashing a wave of primordial magic that disturbed the very fabric of reality itself, warping the once prosperous and peaceful place of magic, wonder, and joy into a desolate wasteland haunted by the deformed remnants of its citizens. While the treasures of the city crumble to the endless wear of sand and time, the shades march ever onwards, looking to trap any who wander here with them and join their ranks.