Varnaskoff Castle




Varnaskoff is the region that lies to the west of the County of Tisov. Although the region is nominally ruled by Count Tsukov, from his seat at Varnaskoff Castle, in practice, the villages of the surrounding countryside are run by independent village councils. These councils are responsible for the defence and administration of their own villages.


 The region can only be accessed by a narrow pathway from the village of Vratsa, which lies at the western edge of the County of Tisov. This pathway runs through the Walyn Forest, and is in a dismal state of repair, as there are very few who care to travel to this region.





 

The Count himself is never seen outside his great castle.

Rumours abound about him. Many older villagers say that he does not just resemble, but looks exactly like his father before him. There are even some who claim that he is not quite human.



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