They are steeped in it, growing up to be insular and paranoid or never getting the chance to grow up at all. The common people of the land are born and raised in fear. Although the days when the dead ruled are long gone, the shadows in Ustalav are still long and in every dark corner hides some wicked thing, eager to fulfill its twisted urges upon those who stray too close. Ustalav is a tortured land, its body and soul flayed by the unhallowed events of its unspeakable past.
Although it dresses in the clothes of the lands to the south, do not mistake the Immortal Principality for anything but the wolf it is. Ustalav In the savage, brutal north of Avistan, Ustalav is an outpost of civilization but not of safety and certainly not of sanity.
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