The Crown of Traven

The once mighty crown of Traven is a calm place, with people as tepid as its weather. If was to be painted it would be a monotonous tone repetition of dusty beige, olive green and eggshell.

Traven's sleepy dusty inns at the side of the road offer a steady production of cabbage beer, which tastes as good as it sounds. Served next to a traditional cabbage soup. Locals here have recently discovered beetroot and turnip, but have discarded them as inferior to cabbage and unworthy of beer making.

Near the borders of the crown danger lingers in the form of voermen, trolls and orcs that inhabit the forests at its fringes, the constant attacks from these flanks have left plenty of abandoned farms where decay and dust pile up in equal shares.

Luke Warmehand

Traven's king, Luke Warmehand, crusades his lands once a year to beat the evil creatures back to the neighboring triffs, but age is upon him and his court, and many of his best men die at the hands of the creatures they fight year after year.