Morahain

Morahain

The twisted city of Morahain is known to few, only those fanatics that worship the Moranak. A city of twisting buildings, some built entirely upside down, this place is an assault on the senses: Screams of elation and pain, the scent of death, the twisting, impossible architecture of the place. It's spiked black walls are lined with the heads of non-believers, frozen and pierced by the icicles of frozen mist. The Moranak often works it's way into these heads, causing them to speak and scream and laugh insanely.

The high cultist usually makes his home here, living in a twisting keep of spires and staircases that go nowhere, or simply end at a drop to one's doom on a bed of spikes beneath. Morahain is a city of pain and suffering, of hopelessness and loss. Everything the mist does. Everything these insane, soulless creatures love about it.