The town of Faircliff…

…is filled with many, many people. Originally, only adventurers and traders passed through, but over time families, nobility, and merchants began to settle as well. The town began to grow, and now it serves as a hub for smaller cities around the continent due to its size and central location on North Lanbriar. The town is circular, with two sectors and a castle overlooking a sprawling marketplace.


The western sector of the town. It is the smallest sector by far, and only noble families can afford to live here. Large homes and sprawling estates populate the area. A family’s wealth is often judged by the size of their land in Oakwing. Each home tends to be architecturally different — beautiful, and most importantly, expensive. The nights are quiet and the streets are clean. The king has a guest home in this district, though he lives in the central castle.


The southern and largest of the three sectors. The name comes from a defensive fort that stood in the area when the town was in it’s infancy. Fort Mason was hardly necessary at the time, as no town in Faircliff’s vicinity had much interest in invading the small, rather poor town. Nevertheless, Fort Mason stood at the entryway of the town before it’s borders had expanded. One day, the fort was fell under siege by a group of goblins. It was no great trouble defeating them (thought there were a few casualties). As luck would have it, a dragon happened to be hunting said goblins and showed up soon after the raid. The dragon burned the entire town to the ground. Fort Mason — nicknamed Ashefort — is all that is left of the old town. The rest was rebuilt and expanded, but the fort remained out of respect for the dead and, admittedly, because of the townsfolk’s superstitions. It is rumored the dragon still lives nearby.

This is the middle class district. The merchants who are prosperous enough to afford housing as opposed to living in their shops reside here. Families and adventurers with enough gold to own homes also have homes here. Houses are small in this district, save for a few plots of land owned by prosperous merchants who will never make enough to move to Oakwing. A few other large properties are owned by people who others speculate to be thieves… though this is only gossip and such accusations have never been proven. There are also a few low class homes on the outskirts of town as well as wandering homeless. Regardless of this fact, the residents consider the streets fairly safe.


Located north and facing directly south is the castle. The king of North Lanbriar lives here unless he is on duty elsewhere. It is constructed of stone and shines ivory white in the sun. There are several towers on each corner that house living quarters for guards and servants. Over the top of the large entrance doors hangs a large, rounded balcony that looks over the courtyard below. When the king was to speak in public, the townsfolk would gather around to hear his words. During festivals and special occasions, colored cloth would hang from the balcony.

Central Circle

The meat of Faircliff. All political and social events take place in this district. There is an opera house, a court house, large buildings to host galas, and other buildings to keep patrons entertained. For the less wealthy, there are accommodations such as the arena: a large closed off dome where fighters with inflated egos fight to the death. This is seen as commoner entertainment.

There are several inns and pubs in the area with various pricing. Most are rather accommodating because the constant influx of people have brought owners of these establishments a good deal of wealth. There is a chapter of the Adventurers Guild through which groups of people accept contracts and get paid through a third party to avoid both issues with payment and identity. There is The Academy, built for the study of magic, and as a home to mages and scribes alike.

There are two temples: one for each set of gods, the Wild and the Civilized. Most folk choose one set to pay tribute to, but some honor them all. Some honor none.

There is a clock located in the center. The clock has never failed. Children joked that the clock tower was run by a wizard who could use it to control time. This, their elders told them, was assuredly not true. It did not stop the children from joking and daring each other to climb the steps up to the top.

Circling the tower is a densely packed marketplace. Many patrons sell bobbles from many different lands — both real and fake — and are willing to sell to anyone with gold in their pockets. Some shops are full buildings, often with two stories — the lower floor for sales and merchandise, and the upper floor for the owners to live. Many more shops are simply booths set up haphazardly. These shops sell cheap goods that are generally unwanted, but anywhere can have something that attracts the Adventurer’s eye.

There are rumors… Underground mafias and groups of thieves and assassins for hire. No one has ever found proof of their existence.


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