Also known as the Plain of Storms, the Tomb of Taranis, the Graveyard of Thunder, and other colorful names
Latin for literally 'A Pleasant Place'
A 99 word poem of a small town, and the demon who guards its chapel when the mists rise.
The Forgotten Cemetery is famed throughout the world as a monument to the World War. Only the survivors of the Forgotten Battle and the cemetery's caretaker remembers its true purpose.
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don’t know where it goes
But it’s home to me and I walk alone
Most cities have long and storied histories, tales of nobles and intrigue, places in cultural, social, or military history. Gaberlunz in one of those places that by various circumstances has avoided any pretense of greatness.
"A-Wan, A-Wan, A-Wan". Awanggis is an unassuming place blessed with good clean water from a subterranean source.
There are two “villages” here. They are totally different, yet totally linked.
Deeping Steppes as named by Dargain the Gnomish adventurer who happened upon this place when attempting to find lost friends in a nearby series of caves and was swept in by the unexpected surge of an underground river, perhaps due to shifting of plates or erosion of a natural barrier. The cavern was sealed and unknown until being discovered by Dargain.
This is a region of the underdark where a series of very large plateaus occupy a huge underground cavern. The cavern is situated near a very common and sometimes treacherous underdark route know as The Underway (in my version of the world) which reaches from the Dales to Silverymoon regions in the Forgotten Realms.
The journey had been a long one and now they had entered the mountains. After an entire day spent on paths cut into the mountainside and through moss covered coniferous woods, they encounter a desperate young mountain tribal. He is searching for his beloved wife and his elder brother, both of whom he got separated from after an unsuccessful attempt to kill a cave bear. The last thing he saw was the cave bear in full pursuit of his wife. He could not help her as he had been knocked to the ground by the raging beast, and was struggling to regain full consciousness. The tribal will be clearly nervous and urges them to look for his wife during their travels. He will stay in his village a couple of miles to the north and pleads for assistance should they recover his wife, whether she be dead or alive.
On the next day of travel, they will journey upon a dim track in the forest and while they are preparing to ascend another path cut into the mountainside, they hear moans of lust from somewhere nearby. Upon closer inspection they will spy a young tribal woman in the heat of the act with an elder tribal male. They are consummating their forbidden love on the cold mountain moss, and beside them lay the skinned and slaughtered carcass of a huge bear.