Loch Mór
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Location of Sign
Loch Mór - K11k7
Location of Inner Dialogue
Loch Mór - D5k3
Location of Journal of a Legatus
Loch Mór - E5k8
Location of Rusty Shovel
Loch Mór - K11k5
Location of Boar Statue
Loch Mór - N6k4
This article is considered accurate for the current version (1.62) of Foxhole.
| “ | Ancient, crumbling tombs mingle with plantations and homesteads on the shore of the historic Loch Mór. More than most, this territory was decimated by war. Fields ripped and torn by the pounding of boots and digging of trenches. Time has a way of healing old wounds, but scars never let the trauma be forgotten. | „ |
| — Devblog 66 |
Loch Mór is a region located in the center left of the world map.
Update History
- 0.26 War Machine - Loch Mór was added into the game as a World Conquest map.
- Added alongside eight other maps and integrated into the current world (expanding it even more).
- 0.29 - Border Forts had been removed, repurposed as Zone Bases.
- 0.41 - A Seaport was added to Feirmor.
- 1.50 Inferno - Preplaced Railway Tracks and Train Bridges were introduced to the game, with a permanent Railway Track and multiple Train Bridges placed on the map.
- 1.54 Naval Warfare - Observation Towers in non-coastal/island regions were removed.
Lore
Sign
Sign
A simple sign.
Welcome to the Olde Louster Farm.
Loch Mór - K11k7
Inner Dialogue
Inner Dialogue
In the field ahead, you spot several ominous-looking stakes driven into the ground.
As you approach the stakes, something ancient weighs down on you. The wood has rotted and splintered, and the bones of the dead can hardly be recognized as human. It’s no wonder the Hanged Men have taken it for their sigil; a defiance of fate.
The field surrounding you, now overgrown and wild, was once the staging ground for an ancient battle. Horrors have been committed here and will be committed again. The futility weighs on you.
You laugh at the irony of it all. Why did these men die in such a grisly fashion, if, after all this time, war rages on?
The field surrounding you, now overgrown and wild, was once the staging ground for an ancient battle. Horrors have been committed here and will be committed again. The futility weighs on you.
You laugh at the irony of it all. Why did these men die in such a grisly fashion, if, after all this time, war rages on?
Loch Mór - D5k3
Journal of a Legatus
Journal of a Legatus
You’ve found the journal of First Command, Legatus Alekos Dimas.
It appears to be original, but—after some inspection—come to terms with the fact that it’s a copy. Pages have been removed, that alone is quite the oddity. One sheet is folded over.
21 Temple, 783.
Those bastards in the Senate. All this anger, with no place to air grievances, save these trusted pages. How could they think to retire me? With so much to be done. So much left on the table. After all, I’ve done for them, for Mesea, in Aktío and now Veli.
Do these past decades mean nothing? Does standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Silas Maro in the ruin of that dreadful wall mean nothing? No. Early retirement is my reward. And for what purpose? Shall I retreat to the country, ripen in some crumbling estate, clutching my rifle like a child? This is not how I end.
21 Temple, 783.
Those bastards in the Senate. All this anger, with no place to air grievances, save these trusted pages. How could they think to retire me? With so much to be done. So much left on the table. After all, I’ve done for them, for Mesea, in Aktío and now Veli.
Do these past decades mean nothing? Does standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Silas Maro in the ruin of that dreadful wall mean nothing? No. Early retirement is my reward. And for what purpose? Shall I retreat to the country, ripen in some crumbling estate, clutching my rifle like a child? This is not how I end.
Loch Mór - E5k8
Rusty Shovel
Rusty Shovel
By all accounts, you’ve found a normal, old, rusted shovel. But then, you pull a tiny piece of paper that was hidden in the metal frame.
Carefully, you unfold it to find a poem, maybe a song.
They tell us to stand,
So we stand.
They tell us to fight,
So we fight.
They tell us to dig.
And we dig our graves.
For the end of the war,
We will not see.
For there is no end,
When the world’s gone to hell.
They feed us the dirt,
So we eat it smiling.
They arm us with shovels,
So we dig their trenches.
They hand us our guts,
So we can shove them back in.
They tell us to stand,
So we stand.
They tell us to fight,
So we fight.
They tell us to dig.
And we dig our graves.
For the end of the war,
We will not see.
For there is no end,
When the world’s gone to hell.
They feed us the dirt,
So we eat it smiling.
They arm us with shovels,
So we dig their trenches.
They hand us our guts,
So we can shove them back in.
Loch Mór - K11k5
Boar Statue
Boar Statue
A beast locked in a dance with death.
A giant boar frozen in its moment of death. Who would devise such a sculpture? Its mangy look and terrified eyes revolt you, such that you wish for rain or a rushing stream to cleanse away the filth.
Loch Mór - N6k4
Locations
Major
- Feirmor
- Market Road
- Mercy's Wish
- Moon's Copse
- The Roilfort
- Tomb of the First
- Westmarch
Minor
- Bastard's Blade
- Chattering Prairie
- Escape
- Fallen Fields
- The Founding Fields
- The Glean
- Lake Severspring
- Loch Mor
- Missing Bones
- Ousterdown
- Pockfields
- The Reaping Road
- Rip
- Tear
- Widow's Wail
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