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There in the World where end all men's days from his dark throne the great Ahshkar reigns. Cold are his arms, scrawny and grey, warm is his seat of guts and entrails.

Seven pikes stand on the top of the hill at the edge of a small reign. They're always there, with or without human flesh on their heads, effective in scaring enemies and strangers more than any other human weapon, altough they never went to war. Of these long and slender sentinels the most celebrated is the one in the middle, because of the grim tune that resounds in the valley, freezing the hearts of the wayfarers, when the wind blows through the holes in her shaft. It is told - by the superstitious, of course - that many centuries ago, when the ancestors of the modern inhabitants came from the east, they decided to thank and please their