Sword Coast

The Lion's Way stretches out before you, a well-traveled road winding through windswept coastal plains and rocky outcroppings. The tang of salt lingers in the crisp air, carried by breezes sweeping in from the Sea of Swords, visible as a shimmering expanse to the west. The grasses along the roadside dance in the wind, their golden hues catching the light like fields of fire under the midday sun. Occasionally, ancient, weathered stones rise from the earth—markers of forgotten tales or remnants of old ruins, their surfaces etched with time's passage. To the east, low hills roll gently toward the horizon, dotted with sturdy oaks and the occasional clusters of wildflowers. The road itself holds an air of quiet majesty, a path of pilgrimage that guides travelers ever closer to the imposing silhouette of Candlekeep, whose distant towers shimmer like a beacon of knowledge and mystery against the azure sky. The journey feels both serene and charged with anticipation.

A route and wilderness where weary travelers could be ambushed by bandits, wolves or gnolls and, along the coast of the Sea of Swords, also by sirens and other amphibious or aquatic wildlife.