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. One hundred years later, during
the Dwarfgate Wars - which were an attempt by the hill
dwarves and their human allies to retake Thorbardin after
the Great Betrayal - the magical fortress of Zhaman col-
lapsed in the Plains under a powerful spell and formed the
hideous skull-shaped mound known afterward as Skullcap.
That same explosion tore apart the Plains of Dergoth once
again, and marshes crept over the surrounding land.
Flint had no interest in wading through a swamp - his
fear of water was legendary among his friends in Solace. So
it was that he chose to climb through the low mountains to
the northeast of the narrow pass that cut through the peaks
to Hillhome. Flint took his time in finding a clearing just to
the east of the pass and off the Passroad, then in collecting
and igniting the right logs for a hot, long-lasting fire, and fi-
nally in sizzling the last of the fat slab of bacon he had
brought with him from Solace. As darkness settled, Flint re-
laxed. I'll miss this solitude, he thought, sighing.
He looked at the Passroad, just a little below his camp.
Deep ruts ran along its length
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