Ossinett

Brimmouth Bridge stood ahead of the group like a monster snarling and spitting, the unwelcoming air assaulted the nostrils with the smell of death and the spices trying to disguise it. The walls were high and well patrolled, the stained cloaks of their guards hung desperately to the memory of when they were once a shade of blue or white - though their memory was failing. House Brimmouth are a minor house of Southshire, positioned along the central road through the forested hi