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Fenmire Locations
Fenmire, the most forsaken region of Faulmoor, is a vast expanse of deep bogs, brackish fens, and mist-choked waterways stretching toward the Greymere Sea. The land is half-drowned, characterized by sinking peat, twisted mangroves, and decaying reeds, making t...
Thornmere Mines
A Grave of Silver You dig long enough in Thornmere, and the silver starts feeling less like fortune and more like a curse. The deeper we go, the stranger the earth becomes—veins that twist in ways they shouldn’t, tunnels that weren’t carved by our hands. So...
Weeping Fen
A Town Built on Bones At first, it was just old stone—good, solid, nothing more. We built our homes with it, walked our streets over it, never thought twice. But the deeper we dug, the stranger it became. Walls too perfect, carvings too fine, steps leading ...
Fenwatch
By Mire and Might. Fenwatch is no jewel, no grand city of polished stone and gold. It is wood and iron, grit and toil, built by those who endure, not those who dream. The swamp rises to claim it, the Blight knocks at its gates, but we remain. We do not bow,...
Mirefield
Where Loyalty Stands Unshaken We do not yield, we do not falter. Let the Blight claw at our gates, let the faithless whisper of our ruin—I will not let Mirefield fall. We hold the line, not just for ourselves, but for all of Fenmire. If the world must break...
Gristmere
A Town Swallowed by Mire and Blight We had no choice. The bridges had to burn, lest the Blight cross with them. I tell myself this, over and over, yet still, I see their faces in the flames. And if faced with the choice again, I would set them alight withou...
Bogsend
The Last Haven of the Lost The world out there is dying, but not here. Not in Bogsend. We are not the lost—we are the ones who endure, the ones who build while others crumble. Let the Blight take its cities, let the lords war over their ruins. We have carve...
The Pale Ruins
The Drowned Halls The Pale Ruins? A graveyard of stone and silence. People think there's treasure buried in those halls, but all I've ever found is a feeling—like something is watching, something old. The walls hum when the air is still, and the mist moves ...
House Harrowden of Fenmire
"By Mire and Might." For centuries, House Harrowden was regarded as an afterthought in Faulmoor’s politics, a noble house in title but little else. Their domain, Fenmire, was a vast expanse of murky swamps, treacherous bogs, and isolated islands, largely deem...