Korazin-Torr

Korazin-Torr, a once-mighty fortress of the Thalissian Empire, is now little more than a forgotten heap of crumbling stone and scattered ruins amidst the wind-swept Kalar Plains. Located roughly ten miles inland from the Hayil Strait, the castle’s remains lie in obscurity, buried beneath centuries of encroaching grass and soil.
The imposing stronghold that once dominated the landscape is now a mere shadow of its former glory, reduced to an unremarkable cluster of weathered stones and shattered walls. Few travellers pass through this desolate region, and fewer still even know of Korazin-Torr’s existence.
Time has not been kind to Korazin-Torr. The fortress, once a symbol of imperial power, fell to ruin in the centuries following the Thalissian Empire’s collapse. Today, only a few jagged fragments of walls and rubble-strewn foundations poke through the wild grasses, forming faint outlines of long-forgotten towers and battlements. Nature has reclaimed much of the site, the stonework now overgrown with creeping vines and moss. Weather and neglect have eroded away almost every trace of the structure’s former grandeur, leaving behind a forlorn scene of desolation.
Beneath the surface, however, whispers of the past remain. A handful of underground chambers, hidden beneath the rolling plains, have survived the ravages of time. These dark and silent vaults are difficult to locate, and their existence is known only to a few scholars and treasure-seekers who believe that the true secrets of Korazin-Torr lie buried far below ground. Inside, the chill of the earth clings to the rough-hewn walls, and the air is thick with the scent of damp stone and decay. Whatever treasures or records the castle may once have held are long gone, pilfered by opportunistic looters or lost to the elements.
With no roads or paths leading to Korazin-Torr, reaching the ruin is a challenge even for the determined. The Kalar Plains stretch in every direction, a bleak expanse of gently undulating terrain that offers no landmarks or points of reference. Navigating this isolated region requires a keen sense of direction and a willingness to endure the harsh conditions. The few who have ventured to the site speak of a strange, unsettling stillness that pervades the area, a silence broken only by the rustle of dry grass and the distant calls of wild birds.
The ruin’s emptiness and abandonment have given rise to rumours and superstition. Some claim that the ruin is cursed, bringing misfortune and madness to those who linger too long within its bounds. Yet, despite these tales, the ruin holds no tangible menace, only a profound sense of loss and the weight of forgotten history.

Type

Ruins