Ill met in Aghrapur

Posted: March 20, 2013 in Uncategorized
In ancient Aghrapur, hard by the Inner Sea, the streets crowd in upon one another; buildings lean drunkenly together, as if holding one another up. Alleyways, passages, tunnels, bridges and stairways riddle the massive stone warren providing a dozen paths to any destination. The city was old when the wild men of the western nations painted themselves with colored mud and crushed each other’s skulls with stone axes. The city was old when the great Silk Road first brought exotic textiles, fiery spices and steel weapons from the lands far to the east. The city was older still when the King’s Road to Shadizar and beyond to Aquilonia and Zingara became a caravan route linking the Inner Sea with the Great Ocean.
At the crossroads of trade and time, steeped in ancient tradition, ripe with opportunities for the strong and the cunning, Aghrapur acts as a lodestone, drawing the footloose from every corner of the known world to seek their fortune – their fate – their doom.
The ancient port city of Aghrapur is the farthest eastern outpost of the Aquilonian Empire. It is an important crossroads of trade routes from north and south, east and west. In times not long past the city was ruled by the Shah of Turan. Twenty years ago the armies of King Conan defeated the Shah and took his city from him. An Imperial Governor was appointed to rule in King Conan’s place. 
The governor, Hans Gru, had been a friend to Conan, a leader of men rewarded for his loyalty with his own city. Experienced in the ways of greed and lust, the retired swordsman became a lethal political force, ruling the city with an iron hand concealed within a soft glove. As the kingdom grew to an Empire, Gru returned regular taxes and tithes to maintain the treasuries of his captain, even long after Conan was lost to the wilds.
Last year the missing King was declared dead and his son crowned Emperor in his place. The new Emperor has appointed a new governor for Aghrapur, his young cousin, Kadith — a foolish man, a religious zealot consumed with dark lusts and hatred for all things foreign. 

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