The Slumbering Tsar
The Harrowed Lanes
Above the crowded tenements of the Grunge, clinging precariously to the cliffs below the High Terrace huddle the twisting and winding streets of the Harrow Lanes, avenues so dense and befuddling as to be a danger even to their own inhabitants. With the fall of the city, the dangers of this terrace have not lessoned, only taken on new forms and faces: be they bestial and bloodthirsty demon worshipers, magic-wielding crones, living curses from ages past, or dragons literally formed from death and destruction. The followers of Orcus have abandoned the city, but what has claimed the ruins in their place make no less aptly named these Harrow Lanes.
The Harrow Lanes compose the lowest terrace of the city of Tsar. It stands atop 200-foot-tall cliffs of dark, crumbling rock that glower over the Grunge below. A peninsular outcrop projects from the southern portion of the terrace upon which sits a rickety-looking tower. To the north there extends another protrusion from the terrace, this one larger in area but lower than the terrace itself. Behind the Harrow Lanes rise the cliffs of the next terrace.