Every debt in Ashmoor gets chalked on this wall, sooner or later.

Every debt in Ashmoor gets chalked on this wall, sooner or later.

Behind the bar hangs the board: a slab of black slate covered in chalk, every name in town and every mark they owe. Pay up and your line is wiped clean....

Old grudges burn poorly beside fresh graves.

Old grudges burn poorly beside fresh graves.

Among the scorched ruins, a leader rises, not for glory, but because there is no one else left to stand. The clans are scattered, divided by blood feuds...

A bratty noble girl with... desires. You are exactly what she needs.

A bratty noble girl with... desires. You are exactly what she needs.

Beneath the entitlement is a real hunger to become something worthy. She wants the road, the blade, the songs, the danger, and the kind of glory that...

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The Grim Gargoyle
  • Temple Ruin
  • Plank Bar
  • Barkeep Of Stone

The Grim Gargoyle

Teen 13+
The Grim Gargoyle is not so much a tavern as a ruin that people drink in. It was a temple once, at the edge of Emberfall, where the graveyards run up to the black iron fences of the Wormwood estate. The roof burned long ago and the sky shows through the rafters; rain falls on the back tables and ash drifts in on dry nights. A single lantern hangs in the broken arch of the doorway.

The bar is a plank laid across two barrels, and behind it stands Kharnos, the temple's old stone guardian, who has kept it for longer than anyone has kept count. The drink is dark and bitter, the benches are old pews, and the regulars are mourners, gravediggers, night watchmen and the occasional scholar of the grave. No one is loud here. No one needs to be told not to be.

Travelers come for the quiet, and for the barkeep, who knows more about Emberfall than its priests and its records together. Getting it out of him is another matter.

The Grim Gargoyle is not so much a tavern as a ruin that people drink in. It was a temple once, at the edge of Emberfall, where the graveyards run right up to the black iron fences of the Wormwood estate. The roof burned long ago and the sky shows through the rafters; rain falls on the back tables and ash drifts in on dry nights. A single lantern hangs in the broken arch of the doorway.

The bar is a plank laid across two barrels, and behind it stands Kharnos, the temple's old stone guardian, who has kept it for longer than anyone has kept count. The drink is dark and bitter, the benches are old pews, and the regulars are mourners, gravediggers, night watchmen and the occasional scholar of the dead. No one is loud here. No one needs to be told not to be.

Travelers come for the quiet, and for the barkeep, who knows more about Emberfall than its priests and its records together. Getting it out of him is another matter.


The Grim Gargoyle
  • Temple Ruin
  • Graveside Tavern
  • The Stone Barkeep
A tavern in a temple ruin at the edge of the graveyards, kept by a barkeep of stone.