The Seat of the Cult of the Swarm. This dark, moist city rests on the coast of the mainland but far away from most civilization. It is here where practitioners of the feared cult to the spider god known as the Swarm can worship in safety and peace. It is here where the Orb Weaver sits and weaves. The city is a tangle of spires, gables and inteconnecting walkways all piled on top of each other in a dizzying array. At its height, twenty thousand souls called this their home. Its chief export are silk and beautifully woven silk cloths. Melwyn’s home. Recently destroyed.