Rainoga

Ormath stands as a hard-edged sentinel on the southeastern edge of the Shining Plains, where rolling grasslands yield to cobbled streets and tension hangs as thick as the dust. Known for its frequent feuds with nearby neighbors like Reth and Lheshayl, the city thrives on skirmish and counter-strike, its citizenry hardened by generations of martial tradition and distrust. Merchants and mercenaries converge at the junction of the Pikemen’s Folly and the northern trade road, where commerce often travels under the shadow of drawn steel. Rising grim and resolute above the slate rooftops is the Tower of Skulls, an austere abbey of Kelemvor where the dead are judged and interred with unwavering fairness. Within its fortified walls, monks and battle-priests speak softly of balance and consequence, their faith offering stark reflection amid Ormath’s volatile soul. Strategic and spiritual, the city endures—equal parts blade, coin, and grave.

Low grey buildings huddle beneath a pale sky, their stone walls pocked by past battles. The streets twist narrowly, stained from old blood and fresh dust, with armed patrols ever present. At the city's heart, the Tower of Skulls looms—tall, weathered, and severe—its bells tolling low over the clang of drills and murmured prayers. Smoke from hearth and forge blends with the ever-present scent of iron and earth.