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.
Sprawling across the landscape like a patchwork quilt, Blumenthal unveils a tapestry of rural farmsteads seamlessly connected by sturdy administration buildings.
Orcs, goblins, and gnolls among other monstrous enemies love to raid unsuspecting villages and hamlets. Of course, a base of operations is a critical locale to stage their attacks and store their plunders.