In the heart of an archipelago setting, many miles from mainland, the old ways run new. Here, the water laps against the shore as the forests and bones of the world wager for the scraps of what land is left. The spirits of the world are old and some inhabitants of these islands carry with them antiquity itself. The old ways are alive. A vein has been struck and the world itself pours its history upon those who walk and sail these terranes.

 

Islands of various size dot the landscape of this realm; some far larger than the rest. Few are large enough to contain settlements while one, Oileán na dealga, is large enough to play host to the trade hub and capital, Draighean.

 

Hidden away amidst the dense forests and subdued mountains of Oileán na dealga is a homely tavern with large hearth and a welcoming scent of warm food. Two braziers, fashioned of iron to resemble a wolf's open maw, burn dimly outside the stone and wood building while dim, golden light pours from a number of front-facing windows.

 

Stone paths from a worn dock upon the cove lead those with the know across the island and to the tavern itself or to a small number of fishing and logging communities. Only two main roads encircle the outer coasts of the island, both lead to Draighean, a port town and hub for the local islands.

 

Here, the reach of far realms only extends as distant as the will of those travelers' paths. Find a story, share a story, or make a story...the hearth waits and embers burn.