Nestled between the southern tip of the fetid Twilight Fens
and the northern edge of the Desolate Hills, sit the town of Drakka.
Drakka is a community of a roughly one hundred persistent
citizens and amount the same in visitors, hunters, wanderers, fortune seekers
and people who just don’t want to be found.
They have a small civilian militia and have surrounded the
town with; high palisade walls, a moat and clear open fields full of knee high
fields of blister wort ( a hardy plant known to cause painful blisters to
exposed skin).
The local government has procured peace and trade treaties
with the local lizard man tribes. This also helps keep the town safe and
stocked with need supplies in the lean months.
Their only “real” export is a bit of fine leatherworking
created from the hides of the local reptile fauna. It is said to be as strong
as chainmail, but as light as common leather jerkin.
Although, for the most part, Drakka is a simple community
based around a few local farms and a handful of artisans.
There are only two main reasons one comes to Drakka. The
first is to hide. A town at the far end of the realm in a harsh environment
that is not easily accessible, makes for a good refuge for those skirting the law.
The second reason is to venture into the nearby swamplands in search of
fortune.
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| Look at the pretty swamp lands. There should be any danger there..... |
Drakka was founded near and almost upon the ruins of a long
dead city. There are bits of ruined buildings, temples and various structures
starting just a few hundred yards south of town. Several archeological groups
leave from Drakka every season to study these ruins. Sadly, very few return and
those that do….well they are never truly “right” again. The deep swamp and the
ruins within are not for the faint of heart or the ill prepared. Yet they still
draw dozens and dozens of people every year looking for fame, fortune or
possibly something darker.
The town name was actually derived from an old wooden marker
left outside the swamp ruins. A wooden marker where the only letters that could
be deciphered were DRAKKA. Townsfolk once were very curious to the original
meaning of the letters left on the marker, but over time (and many lost family
to the ruins) they gave up caring. Now it is just a name and a draw for certain
groups of people. People that the town will happily accommodate. Especially,
since adventures and scholars usually come well stocked with gold crowns to
spend before they leave to search the ruins.
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