The words are gilded, set into black wood…

A tall plaque, affixed at the base of the Sacred Blossom of the City. The grain of the wood shines with the holy oils and nectars of the towering bloom, and the words in the Common, Elven, Sylvan and Draconic tongues glitter with an inner light. The Preamble to the Consensus:

“All creatures of sentience in Treff are born free and equal under the petals of the Blossom of the City. To nurture a harmonious society in which all may benefit from the prosperity of commerce and of industry, in which creatures of all shapes and languages may break bread and quench their thirst in a spirit of brotherhood, in which the horrors of this land’s unholy past may be extinguished by our hopes for the future, we, the representatives of the Most Venerable and Righteous Order of the Moss-Covered Sword, the Sisterhood of the Tripartite Watcher, Seeker and Hunter, and the Lunar Court of His Royal and Magnanimous Majesty Eletherian XI by the Grace of Sashelas Monarch of the Waters, do hereby codify and make covenant these laws of the city of Treff. Like bees we toil, like dragonflies we dance, like wasps we fight to the very last.”

Treff. City of Boards, City of Keels and Piles, City of Smugglers, City of Addicts, Gateway to the South. The thriving metropolis perched on the ruins of the haunted Anophelian Kingdom. Here, in this place, your trials will begin…