Not every noble hides behind stone walls or silvered gates.

Not every noble hides behind stone walls or silvered gates.

Centered in the fertile lands surrounding Stonebrook, House Greenwell maintains influence through trust, fairness, and long-standing community loyalty...

 Where ash buries gardens and graves keep company.

Where ash buries gardens and graves keep company.

Emberfall crouches beneath a sky stained by ash, its crooked rooftops and forgotten streets buried in gray dust that never fully settles. A ruined gothic...

 The light he guards may not be his - but it remembers more than he does.

The light he guards may not be his - but it remembers more than he does.

Those who find him in the glade rarely leave unchanged. He speaks in fragments, old warnings, and strange observations that feel half overheard rather...
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Rootwater Ferry
  • Two Dugouts, One Awning
  • Poled, Never Rowed
  • The Wild Bank

Rootwater Ferry

All Ages
South of Three Rivers a channel runs between the city's forested bank and a long sand spit at the foot of the Prideland. The water there is shallow, tea-brown and tangled with roots, and no oared boat crosses it twice without fouling. The Rootwater Ferry is two old dugout logs lashed side by side under a reed awning, and it is poled, never rowed. The ferrymen know every snag in the channel by the feel of the pole.

Hunters, hide traders and the odd brave scholar take it to reach the grasslands and the mountain trails beyond. The landing on the spit is only a few stakes and a fire ring, and the ferrymen will tell anyone who asks that the far bank is not their business. They will wait until sundown for a party that is coming back. After that, travellers on the spit can light the fire and wait for morning.
Two dugouts and a reed awning, poled across to the wild bank.