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== Introduction ==
Zadh Nadrozz the large halls inside the spine of Eden, one’s worst nightmare to be on the wrong side of. From the outside, a high gate is seen with wooden architecture and a wall encasing it in. Going through you are greeted by a bridge with water wheels on either side, green folk patrolling the structure up around you with strong axes held in their grips. Suddenly you are met by the unprecedented immense hall with vast black rock pillars, wooden structures enveloping the pillars at the top with very dodgy bridges attaching them together. A notice right ahead… the casino where people come from all around Eden to get rich. A larger crater in the heart, with a huge body of water, would be a certain death for anyone who was not sure-footed. The vibrations of war chants, clashing of tankards, and the shaking of coin purses is all to be heard. You feel the ground beneath you shake from the magma drake, feeding the heavy forges down below. The smell of alcohol and orc otter is what would load your noise. There is none other than the nation of Zadh Nadrozz, the party city, the nation of the drake.

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Introduction

Zadh Nadrozz the large halls inside the spine of Eden, one’s worst nightmare to be on the wrong side of. From the outside, a high gate is seen with wooden architecture and a wall encasing it in. Going through you are greeted by a bridge with water wheels on either side, green folk patrolling the structure up around you with strong axes held in their grips. Suddenly you are met by the unprecedented immense hall with vast black rock pillars, wooden structures enveloping the pillars at the top with very dodgy bridges attaching them together. A notice right ahead… the casino where people come from all around Eden to get rich. A larger crater in the heart, with a huge body of water, would be a certain death for anyone who was not sure-footed. The vibrations of war chants, clashing of tankards, and the shaking of coin purses is all to be heard. You feel the ground beneath you shake from the magma drake, feeding the heavy forges down below. The smell of alcohol and orc otter is what would load your noise. There is none other than the nation of Zadh Nadrozz, the party city, the nation of the drake.