Because, after a while, even the oldest adventurer will need a place to settle as he grows tired.
City of Kings, City of Angels! Baisaltir welcomes all!
Inns and taverns give everyday citizens somewhere to go to relieve the stress of a hard day, to meet with friends, and to get stinking drunk.
Each town has a House of the King. This is the main one, and by far the largest, set in the heart of the capitol's temple district.
Armour should not just be for protection. It should tell a story, your story!
A set of basic things to remember that will aid your description of the places your players are in.
Something to keep your party on their toes.
A selection of chance encounters that can take place in any large town or city.
The village sits on the edge of the deep fjord, often engulfed in mist or rain. Its people are fishermen, who work even through the sea-ravaging winter. And they pray to the gods of the deep.
At the beginning of every winter they hold a summoning ceremony. Three boats are taken out into the fjord, a hornsman on each. The mournful horns are blown in the language of the whales, the gods of the deep. The whales sometimes appear in answer to these calls, and it is taken as a good omen when they do.
To a party of PCs wandering the misty hills and valleys nearby however, the doleful whalesong of the horns can be disturbing and misinterpreted...