Lorean Freeholds

Situated in the heartland of Niadris, the land that would come to be called Lorean offered an ideal home for refugees from across the continent. Sheltered by rugged hills, impassable woods, and towering southern peaks, it offered protection and safety in an uncertain world. Survivors from every part of Niadris gathered in Lorean and built homesteads here, knitting together a loose confederation of independent towns, holdfasts, and fortified villages called the Lorean Freeholds. Each Freehold governs itself, answering to no crown or council beyond its borders. In times of peace, they trade and quarrel as neighbors. In times of war, they bind together.

Locations of Interest

Eldenwood

A vast, ancient forest shrouded in mist and shadow, a survivor of the world before the Unraveling.

• Eldenwood. The Eldenwood is a vast, ancient forest shrouded in mist and shadow, a survivor of the world before the Unraveling. Its depths are said to harbor spirits, ruins, and things far older and stranger than men. Few settlements thrive beneath its boughs; those who do speak of the woods as if it were a living, watchful thing. Hunters, wardens, and outcasts call the Eldenwood home, but none claim to rule it.
• Marches. The Marches form the rugged frontier between the Freeholds and the desolation of the Shattered Vale. Once dotted with watch-forts, border towers, and scattered villages, the Marches served as Lorean’s shield against the horrors beyond. Harsh winters, hard land, and harder people shaped those who called the Marches home. With the coming of the Ashen Host, the Marches fell and what few survivors remain are scattered, defiant, and hunted.
• Meadowlands. The Meadowlands stretch across Lorean’s fertile heart, a broad expanse of fields, wooded glades, and gentle rivers. Here the Freeholds once prospered - villages thrived, markets bustled, and life moved with the slow rhythm of the seasons, bound by trade, shared festivals, and old oaths. Now, with the Marches broken and the Horde advancing, the Meadowlands burn. Its people flee or fight as they can, clinging to what hope remains beneath blackened skies.
• Silversong River. The Silversong River winds through the heart of Lorean, its bright waters once the lifeblood of trade, travel, and settlement. Named for the way its currents glitter beneath moonlight, it carried grain from the Meadowlands and iron from the Stoneheart to distant markets. Now its ferries lie sunken or burned, its crossings choked with ruin. Yet the river endures, flowing heedless of the wars along its banks.