Ebonmire
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The naturalist who found them called them Tetracera Cryodites. Most who survive know them as our scourge. Where they hail from none now know¸ and where they dwell no others can. They have swept aside armies¸ nations¸ and cities¸ pushing us to the edge of one brink after another¸ and then over to a lower level of Hell than we ever thought possible before. For all we can see now¸ wrapped in her cold¸ steel walls Ebonmire may well be the last city in the world. Bruisers fight at the walls every day to try and protect us¸ but as our scourge sweeps in from every direction and food in the city becomes increasingly scarce¸ it's clearly nothing but a fight against the inevitable. Today we are the last bastion of humanity. Tomorrow we may not even be a memory.