Deep within the deserts of Irem and cradled by the mountains called The Horns of Kalam lies a city called Ong. This strange city is home to a people with emerald green skin, hair, and eyes. Their ruler, the Weirdmonger of Ong, keeps their rites and traditions and makes their laws. Even the buildings and streets here are green, with bricks carved of emerald or green jade. Within the great halls of the center city, the people of Ong meet and debate philosophical, scientific, and occult topics. Their histories say the people themselves murdered the god of the city, whose name is now forgotten, and have never again adopted a religion.
The people of Ong are cannibals, but not aggressively. Only when animals and crops are scarce will cannibalism become the way the people fend off starvation. Ongites also have no need of sleep, simply resting for an hour each day. It has the same effect of refreshing and energizing them as a 7 or 8 hour night of sleep would have for us. The call to rest goes out each night at the strike of midnight, the city criers stationed atop the tallest buildings singing an ancient haunting paean to the same nameless god the Ongites are said to have murdered in prehistory.
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