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    \_|                        Northern Plains                          |
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      |  The northern shores wait forever, their bone-white beaches     |
      |  combed by frigid waves, the shore slowly faltering as the      |
      |  grasses take hold. The plains stretch south, wide sweeping     |
      |  grasslands, broken by copses and strange circles of standing   |
      |  stones. The eltor roam the plains, grazing on the sweet        |
      |  grasses, hunted by the Inahir. Rumors abound that the Inahir   |
      |  will only respect those who can hunt these powerful animals.   |
      |  These peaceful people live quietly beneath the shadow of the   |
      |  barren peaks, far from the sea.                                |
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