Kalad a supposed land of humans A traveller companion of mine once related a tale to me. A tale of a land devoted solely to humans, biased against the inferior germs who dare to call themselves sentient. This land he called Kalad. Kalad itself is almost totally unexplored, but its main port city of Kabal is a large sea- port. Kabal itself is a city almost to large to imagine, combining 7 seperate districts of all humans. The districts are: Port, Caravan, Trade, Market, Central, Noble, and maybe he told me there were only six districts. Oh well, back to the story.... These districts each held a different variety of life, yet they all got along and cooperated for the good of humankind. Being the largest and most inhabited ville in Kalad, the Kabalites had an enormous ego. They decided to make Kabal a seperate continent from Kalad to show everyone how incredibly powerful and controlled they were. When they began their secession, the rest of the country grew understandably distressed. They decided to unleash their hidden power in Kabal. Out of nowhere, the rulers of Kabal began to die, victims of some unknown plague. Rumours of elite assassins and guilds of thieves began taking hold of the public, and soon the attempt to create a seperate city-state was over. This was just the beginning of the troubles in Kabal, though. The leaders of Kabal were now very disinterested in keeping strict laws, as each time a strong move was made, someone died. Instead, a gang of lawless thieves calling themselves the Knights of Thanar began illicit trade within the city of Kabal. It is rumoured anything wanted could be bought from these ' Knights'. They weren't alone in their struggles against the structure of Kabal. More rumours began to pour into the city of villages of giants, underground settlements of dark-skinned elves, settlements of equally dark- gnomes, and most mysterious, a race of humanoids possessing tentacled heads and enslaving all races with a strange form of uncombatable magic. Go forth travellers, find this town, this land of fortunes. Bring back the truth, bring your stories back here to corroborate what has already been heard. May the Dust From Your Boots Never Cloud Your Vision, Milashk, Faithful Scribe of the Travellers Written by Milashk.