Spanning the reaches between the migrating city of Urzin and the Empire outpost of Fort Venture, the Brokenveil Marsh is a wretched expanse of swamps and bogs.
Deep beneath the surfaces of the seas lie the shattered remains of once great galleons, caravels, and the like. Sunken treasures and fearsome dangers lie hidden within.
Nestled against the eastern slope of the imposing Silberquel Ridge, the gnomish city of Hupperdook emerges amidst a symphony of billowing smoke and swirling steam.
Crossing the threshold of this yurt, the sound of howling winds is quelled, enveloping you in a shield of warmth. The scent of incense fills the air, its aroma weaving through the room. Vibrant hues of paint adorn the walls that shimmer softly in the flickering light.
Front gate guards, especially in smaller towns, simply need a small, fortified building to suit their needs.