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Now the ancient creaking bones of a once great and towering cityscape the Starlit Stone Ruins are all that remains of a time long since forgotten to the Mycorzhians of the south. Metal skyscrapers rust and collapse surrounded by towering defensive walls. Lights flicker on and off through the now half broken windows powered by rigged windmills on the building roofs in an attempt to make use of what was once a fully functional electric grid. The walls surrounding the city are all that defend it against the harsh northern winds and whatever beings lurk in the Frostfire Forest at it's edge. Nothing - and no one - good is to be found in the decay.

Few survive here and those that do must defend themselves just as much from the forest and lack of resources as their fellow critters. Those who live here are not only rejected by the southern isles, but also their fellow Banished, and even by the rag tag crews that reside to the northern Mossy Cup Lagoon. An amoral group of critters who value nothing but themselves and their own means. Yet even in this they find ways to survive, braving the forest for valuable rare mushrooms for black market trade, creating makeshift inventions to stave off the ever hungry dark that encroaches it's walls.

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