Celebrations can be found everywhere: from the big city to your local township. Sometimes the smaller locales can have the richest of all celebrations since they are more personal. Dayern’s Hamlet is one of those places.
In The Wastes the prospectors look for valuable substances. When they need some respite, they look for Deadman’s Rock.
A city large enough to contain kingdoms.
Deep in the frozen north, facing the northern sea lies Corpsehaven a city built into a sheer cliff, a walled city that extends to the sea. This city is a silent place, filled with the dead and those that would consort with such creatures.
The Spires of Stoneholt are tremendous needle-like structures visible for many miles before the rest of the city.
An exotic and oddly beautiful city unlike any other.
As you come near the Songpit, the sounds of sweet angelic bardic singing as if from heaven mix with the sounds of screams of agony. Your guard grins and turns to you. “You’ll either entertain us with your voice or with your pain, but either way we are going to have some fun with you.”
The villagers paid dearly after they slew the stuttering old crone!
Life in the Two Kingdoms is polarized between the now seemingly endless conflict between the noble elves of Elvindorm and the ruthless Sidious Prax and her allies. While this is the dominant conflict, by no means is it the only one. East of these two powers, beyond the paling of the Jokulsmorder, the land is desolate and savage, with survival being a greater concern that ideals and politics. This is the hardscrabble soil that the township of Draachenhaur grew from.
Christmas type holiday that can be thrown into any city/town.
The addition of “irrelevant” details adds local colour to a campaign world, giving the impression that the DM has thought very deeply about the history of even the smallest architectural feature.
In Antioch, the Inn and Tavern is an institution. You hit the corner or neighborhood tavern a couple of nights a week, if not every night. You go, eat, drink, socialize.
An average city of the Midlands
A vast city nearly built in ages past by a long-lost race of giants. Now the vast stone structure contains no less then three seperate kingdoms.
Fort Port started as a military fortification on the mouth of the Antioch River at the Known Sea, three days West of Antioch (the city). Slowly a small community had sprung up around the Fort and its tiny port. After decades of watching for Wapti, the militia was pulled leaving the few River Clanners behind. The Rat Clan took The Fort for their own, making it their clan house. However things were not grand as the farming was poor and the fishing not much better. But, there is always ships along the waters here. A great deal of traffic in and out of the river and along the coast. And so many things seemed to just "fall off" the deck and docks in these waters… finding their way here. And well, someone has to sell them.
You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany… ," Obiwan (Ben) Kenobi said. Well, I think you can. Everyone has those "dark places" in their world. Post them up and let’s compare.
Port Reliance is a squalid little port town, a hive of pirates, murderers, thieves, brigands, and brawlers. The lowest of the low, the most desperate of sea-farers end up here sooner or later. Adventurers will fit right in.
The City of Shadows itself…
Celedor by the River is built around the junction of the small but mighty Blue Arrow River and Rodean River. The City’s namesake is the well known Celedor of the Hill, a fortified city of great antiquity. In the annuals of history, Celedor of the Hill with its mighty fortifications and military history is well noted and frequently mentioned, but in the world today, its nearby sibling city Celedor by the River is more important.
Synonymous with poverty…
A fragment of letter drifts down to the street. You catch it, and unfold the charred edges.
"...know I will always lov..
..at never dies. It is th...
..f my passion that b...
...nd it cannot be ext..
....n heaven or....n hel..
....ill be by you...ide an...
...... yours foreve.........
... Mendates ........
Looking up from the fragmented text you glance around at the rooftops. There. A minute snowfall of scraps of letters is cascading from the chimney of a half-timbered house nearby.