Middle-Earth

Nestled against the base of the Hills of Evendim is the great lake for which those rolling lands are named. Its white, sandy shores have seen many generations of Men and Dúnedain live and prosper, thanks to the trade that once sailed along the waters of the Brandywine river, from here to the distant sea. But that age has passed, and the buildings that once rose along the banks of the lake have been abandoned so long ago that often not even a memory remains. Today, countless broken stones have become little more than a refuge for wild beasts. Sometimes, they serve as lairs for even worse things, creatures that come down from the lone-lands to the north in search of prey.