Dusk till Abaddon
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Dusk till Abaddon
“It has been three nights since the fishers of Loch Seld last slept. Three nights of incessant croaking so loud, even a turnip in each ear cannot muffle the noise. Croaking so thunderous, spines tingle and urns tumble from their boards above the kitchen. The culprits? Abaddons. The solution? Steel.
— In-game description