“Opened too soon, closed for good.” _{~ caravan proverb}

Merkor sits on the coast, wedged between the road and the sea. Wagons don’t stop. Teamsters keep their eyes on the road and pass by quick. Broken walls and stumped pillars show above the dunes, and even the gulls keep clear.

Folks say it was a settlement that opened early and failed. Too many who went to look never came back. Few believe the ones who claim they did. Rumors disagree: a mad mage lives there, or a minor Horror haunts the ruins, or the townsfolk still roam as shambling dead.