Amman'ul: The Sword Does Not Rest

Amman'ul is a fictional city that I wish to incorporate into a DnD campaign soon in the future. This is one of the many stories that I wish to entail into it. This peculiar tale follows the story of a soldier turned revenant, longing for his opportunity and chance for revenge to come to fruition.

Maelith Stone was as strong as the name suggests...alas, his fortified soul couldn't out-do the sword of the enemy, who swore Amman'ul would trade nothing more than the ashes of their people for bread. Stone was laid to rest..but he wouldn't sleep. Rage overcame him, much like the torrent of people who flowed through. A fire burned in his soul anew, stoked by those he wished to avenge at his outpost that day. Maelith will soon discover he's never felt more compelled to find those who wronged him...especially when he though they were right.

As much as I know this is entirely fictional, I know that my work is not immune to error. As a reader and someone who has devoted time to feeling and thinking about my tale, I am open to criticism and help. PLEASE leave comments and tell me about what you experienced in these pages and words. I want this city to be thorough and flavorful when I present it to friends and players. Also be prepared to learn a lot about somethings you may have never heard of:)