[Low drums. Crackle of fire. Distant market noise.]
Nestled one hundred passages south of the Vosk River lies Holmesk—
a city where trade, danger, and desire fill more than just your coin pouch.
Holmesk.
A vast city cloaked in shadow… where commerce thrives by day,
and the underbelly awakens by night.
Smugglers. Thieves. Slave handlers.
All moving through narrow, winding streets where secrets are currency.
Your arrival is marked by twin towers, their fires flickering against the dark—
casting dim light over deals best left unspoken.
Come experience the books…
through the eyes of a Free Man,
a Southern woman,
or a slave bound by fate.
Travel by land, by sea, or by tarn.
Chase fortune—or fight simply to survive.
Feel the thrill of illicit bargains.
The desperation of shackles.
The pulse of a city that never truly sleeps.
Enter the Forbidden Pleasures Brothel—
a place of velvet shadows and iron rules.
Where free women are forced to behave…
and those who do not, are swiftly, ruthlessly reminded of their place.
Its owner—infamous, unflinching—shows neither mercy nor remorse.
Hear the cries of bounties called aloud.
See criminal women chained.
Witness the dangerous temptation of those who volunteer—
welcoming any man… home.
Now, as winter loosens its grip,
Holmesk stirs once more—
alive, hungry, and calling to adventurers and fortune-seekers alike.
Listen closely.
Holmesk is calling you home.
[Fire crackles. Fade to silence.]