Guido's Fort.
The end of the traders' road.
Perched on the banks of the might River Shrill, this isolated frontier settlement is the last stop on the caravan route. The mile-wide river is all that separates the Fort from the shadowy bulk known only as "The Hill", a land of nameless terrors and ancient legends.
The fog-shrouded crests and densely wooded slopes of The Hill rise 400 feet, looming ominously over the tiny settlement. On clear days, The Hill's rocky cliffs can be seen jutting from its bulky mass, but the view is usually obscured by gouts of steam that seem to rise from outlets on The Hill itself.
This mysterious mountain has long been rumored to shelter bands of vicious monsters. Only the awesome water of the Shrill have prevented the monsters from invading the undergarrisoned fort. Several groups of brave and hardy adventurers have crossed the river to explore The Hill's summits and face the wicked monsters, but none of these bands was ever heard from again.
Thus it is that you have met at the Lion's Den Inn, traveling there after your adventures in Haven. The inn has a large commons room filled with benches and tables, a bar, and a large fireplace. It's smoky, dimly-lit and fairly quiet. There's about six other people in the room, other traders and settlers. They look up as you enter, noting your arms and armor, then settle back to their own conversations.
The end of the traders' road.
Perched on the banks of the might River Shrill, this isolated frontier settlement is the last stop on the caravan route. The mile-wide river is all that separates the Fort from the shadowy bulk known only as "The Hill", a land of nameless terrors and ancient legends.
The fog-shrouded crests and densely wooded slopes of The Hill rise 400 feet, looming ominously over the tiny settlement. On clear days, The Hill's rocky cliffs can be seen jutting from its bulky mass, but the view is usually obscured by gouts of steam that seem to rise from outlets on The Hill itself.
This mysterious mountain has long been rumored to shelter bands of vicious monsters. Only the awesome water of the Shrill have prevented the monsters from invading the undergarrisoned fort. Several groups of brave and hardy adventurers have crossed the river to explore The Hill's summits and face the wicked monsters, but none of these bands was ever heard from again.
Thus it is that you have met at the Lion's Den Inn, traveling there after your adventures in Haven. The inn has a large commons room filled with benches and tables, a bar, and a large fireplace. It's smoky, dimly-lit and fairly quiet. There's about six other people in the room, other traders and settlers. They look up as you enter, noting your arms and armor, then settle back to their own conversations.
