The Shrouded Fens

Archives: Places

  • The Library

    The Home of House Avenloré, the Seat of of The House of Scholars The House of Avenloré is one of the oldest and most revered Evergild Fae lineages, known for preserving knowledge, history, and the written word. They are the keepers of the House of Scholars. Once celebrated as Guardians of Lore and Memory, the…

  • Lindral Citadel

    The Crown That Watches the Realm Lindral is not a city built — it is a city layered. Rising like a crown from the slopes of a sweeping hill, it gleams with the weight of history and the illusion of permanence. Every brick is a memory. Every shadow, a secret. Founded in the early days…

  • The Fen Perch

    A quiet, slightly rough inn where people gather to trade news and secrets. Locals call it The Perch. The old sign above the door could have a faded carving of a perch fish

  • The Toad and Lantern

    An inn that’s slightly out of the way — a place where those in the know can find shelter and maybe hear things they’re not supposed to. The sign shows a toad crouched beneath a hanging lantern, with soft golden light glinting off the paint when it catches the rain.

  • The Cup and Reed

    A trading post tucked into the reeds at the edge of a marsh, with the quiet sound of water and rustling plants always in the background. Trade is steady but unassuming — a quiet post where travellers passing through the fens might stop for supplies, news, and quiet company. The building is made of dark…

  • The Shrouded Fens

    The Shrouded Fens are both a physical and psychological barrier around Gildraen. The fact that most people are afraid to cross them make them feel like a quiet, mysterious no-man’s-land — known but not understood, feared but not entirely avoided. Fen Farming and Flora Farming in the fens is possible, but tricky. The land is…

  • The Laughing Pooka

    The Laughing Pooka sits at the edge of Lark’s Green, its crooked slate roof leaning as if it might tip into the road. The sign above the door showed a dark shape with wide eyes and a mischievous grin — a pooka, caught mid-leap. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of peat smoke…

  • Lark’s Green

    Lark’s Green sits far from the damp edge of the fens, where the land rises gently into soft hills and the air is bright with birdsong. Low stone walls border narrow lanes, and the green at the village’s heart is soft with clover and scattered wildflowers. The village is small but lively — timbered houses…