02 - Iron Kingdoms W.. - Captain Spud Is Amazing

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troops and serves as the base of operations out of
Fellig. It is a tall, long building appropriate to its name,
and the soldiers have lashed together a wooden barrier
around the perimeter encompassing not only the hall
but also several outlying buildings for troop housing.
Wooden watchtowers have been erected around the
palisade, and the yards also act as a military supply
depot. Dozens of warjacks are housed within the walls,
and guard patrols are wary of anyone approaching
the hall within a hundred yards. When Lord General
Duggan is in the town, he is often found here taking
reports and devising tactical plans with his officers.
At any time, up to a dozen companies may occupy
Flagonmist’s vicinity.
Monastery Angellia: This sprawling monastery
is one of the oldest structures in Fellig as well as
one of the few made entirely of stone. Built in the
interregnum between the fall of Morrdh and the
rise of Cygnar, it is a noted center of devotion to Asc.
Angellia, and attracts devotees from far and wide. The
tall, beige colored building features several dozen
windows of stained glass, many of them depicting
phases of Asc. Angellia’s life. The primary draw of
the monastery is its remarkable collection of tomes;
it is said that no library in western Immoren possesses
more. Likely an inaccurate boast, it is safe to say that no
library contains more valuable tomes of ancient lore.
Since the onset of hostilities, the clerics of Monastery
Angellia have tendered care services to the wounded,
which has kept them quite busy and overtaken much
of their previous duties and study time.
Outland Company: The Outland Company is the
brainchild of Brend Ranamor (female Morridane
Exp6), a savvy businesswoman who has hired a number
of scouts to lead caravans and travelers through the
“safer” portions of the Thornwood. Brend advertises
her service as a quicker route to Fisherbrook than the
established roads, and it is. Her scouts are excellent
and have yet to run afoul of the dark beasts that exist
within the forest, increasing her good standing with
those who seek her services. Brend would be hardpressed
to admit, however, that two of her last few
caravan escorts are months overdue, and the war
notwithstanding she is aware of the rumors that lately
the Thornwood has gotten nastier with Cryxian thralls
and other dark denizens. She is quite concerned about
this and the thorough military searches her clients
must endure at the various blockades around Fellig.
Fharin
In Power: Archduke Alain Runewood of the
Eastern Midlunds, the City Council
Population: 200,000 human (mostly Caspians,
Thurians, and Midlunders), 5,000 gobbers, 1,500
Rhulfolk, hundreds of trollkin and ogrun
Military: Fharin has a moderate garrison of
soldiers supported by a small contingent of warjacks.
The Fharin Watch, numbering aproximately four
hundred and fifty watchmen, is charged with local
law enforcement. The archduke’s estate has its own
contingent of knights and veteran soldiers who assist
in town matters if requested. Additionally Fharin is a
major transportation hub, and thousands to tens of
thousands of soldiers move through the town each day.
Thousands more can be called in from Fort Falk.
Imports: Timber, stone, iron, wine, raw components
for alchemy, gemstones
Exports: Chemicals, grain, fruit, coal, blasting
powder, shipped goods of all description, black market
goods
Fharin is a thriving city. It is a major trade hub at
the center of several busy roadways and an important
stop on the northern rail line to Bainsmarket. It is
a compact city at the base of the Upper Wyrmwall
Mountains rising to dominate the western skyline. To
the east tracts of fertile land are farmed. Its houses are
primarily made of red brick under black-tiled or redtiled
pitched roofs and feature windows and balconies
set in depressed arches. Unfortunately, the view of the
mountains is often obscured by a thick haze caused
by choking smoke and strange vapors pouring from
foundries and alchemy shops at all hours and rainbowhued
oils of peculiar odor spilling into the city’s litterstrewn
gutters.
In spite of the pollution and haze, the residents
generally appear in good spirits. Theirs is a city of
motion filled with churning wheels from cargo-laden
wagons to the Caspian Rail’s great engines. The steel
behemoths grind through the sprawling city exhaling
plumes of smoke and steam while screeching along on
their tracks. Every traveler arrives with news, goods,
fresh coin, and a chance for profit and excitement,
and the locals are eager to learn the latest rumors from
Caspia, Corvis, or the frontlines.