The Forgotten Host
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Civil war has ravaged the once great land of Eleanor. The desolate streets and the scorched boulevards are nothing more but pitiful remnants of what once was. A full out battle has laid waste to the once great city of Ypres. The buildings, weathered by the explosions are now empty and serve only as homes for the memories of the residents vaporized by the magical attrition.
In one of the many decrepit buildings, stands a bar.
It is as devastated as any other building. Yet inside, the tables and chairs are in place (though also fairly damaged). The interior has been dusted clean and a human in formal bartender attire, stands behind the counter, cleaning a glass with a weathered rag.
In the dimly lit room, the bartender waits patiently for the arrival of a customer.
In one of the many decrepit buildings, stands a bar.
It is as devastated as any other building. Yet inside, the tables and chairs are in place (though also fairly damaged). The interior has been dusted clean and a human in formal bartender attire, stands behind the counter, cleaning a glass with a weathered rag.
In the dimly lit room, the bartender waits patiently for the arrival of a customer.
