Morbâzon

"Morbazon, city of proud walls, city of the black heart, city of cold-hearted sinners. Never has thou relented in thy ruthlessness, never has thou repented for thy sins. I tell thee, he who dwelleth on high, Master of The Ox. Conqueror of Death, he shall level thine bloodstained walls, and not leave block upon block. He whose might is that of the brilliant sun, shall grind thy foundations to dusts"

- Part of the rather lenghty curse which Ralen the Elder uttered, while being burned alive, and after having his tounge cut out.

In its time, the city of Morbâzon was the eldest, greatest and richest city east of Ultarum.. Built by man and dwarf, craft and sorcery. Some even say the elves gave assistance in its early days.. In its final days it was a wonder of engineering, with three great walls and three great moats, and many great palaces within. Its morality was flagging, possibly from continued congress with the southern goblins, but its reputation took a turn for the worse as Vikazia the Unexcelled seized its throne, though its fortunes did at that time soar higher than ever. Being the capital of Vikazia the Unexcelled, it was devastated by magic of unspeakable magnitude in the final days of the Confederation's Civil War. Now it is a place of madness and death, where reality curls and withers. Demons and ghosts roam there, as do certain other spirits..

When the final bombardment of Morbãzon was over, the attackers recoiled in horror at the results. Its inner walls were never breached, its riches never plundered. Because of this, many have sought out this dead city, in hope of bringing away as much gold as they can carry, or values of a more esoteric nature. The Order of Radiant Fire try to keep the ruins in quarantine, but they are not infallible.