
I really loved Adventure but I wanted to go through space so once once I'm done adding fantasy stuff I will make a giant update that would just be map that space stuff new races for outer space spells I do have to do that somewhere in like a month or two but I might have to take a small Hiatus for a little bit
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The Watch Citadel stands as the bastion of order and tradition in Baldur’s Gate’s Upper City. This formidable compound serves as the headquarters, barracks, and disciplinary center for the city’s Watch—its elite guard force drawn largely from the ranks of the patriars. Overseeing the Citadel is High Constable and Master of Walls Osmurl Havanack, a stoic shield dwarf whose loyalty to his troops and to the integrity of the Watch eclipses any appetite for the city’s political squabbles. Within the Citadel’s walls, warhorses are stabled, recruits are drilled, and accused Watch members face rigorous investigations. The Watch patrols from this stronghold day and night, guarding the Old Wall and ensuring the Upper City remains insulated from the perceived chaos of the Lower and Outer Cities. However, its detachment from the city’s broader struggles breeds quiet disdain, particularly toward those of low birth or rough manner.
Approaching the Watch Citadel, one is greeted by austere gray granite walls rising like a blunt monument to order amid the Upper City’s elegant spires and manicured gardens. Narrow arrow slits and iron-grated windows hint at the structure’s dual role as fortress and barracks. The scent of oiled steel and sweat clings to the air, mingling with the earthy musk of the stables tucked beside the Citadel’s inner courtyard. Inside, the halls echo with the bark of drill sergeants and the measured clang of practice swords. Polished floors, tidy armories, and regulation order dominate every chamber. A grand hall hosts disciplinary hearings beneath stern banners bearing the city’s crest. Watch soldiers—clean-shaven, polished, proud—move with rigid posture, their eyes quick to assess, categorize, and dismiss. The Citadel breathes discipline, but its stone heart beats to an elitist rhythm.