⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

The Trollclaws, a treacherous expanse of misty, steep, grassy hills, borders the northern Fields of the Dead, a region notorious for its dense, overgrown foliage and pervasive dampness. This wild territory, a haven for countless trolls, renders it largely uninhabitable for larger creatures. The Winding Water snakes through the hills, its only safe wagon crossing, Trollclaw Ford, a ruined hamlet along the Coast Way, a vital trade route between Baldur's Gate and Waterdeep. The ford, repeatedly besieged by trolls, stands as a testament to the region's inherent danger. Travelers are strongly advised to circumvent the Trollclaws, as the relentless troll hordes, coupled with the rugged terrain, make passage exceptionally perilous. The area's constant mist conceals threats, while the river's unpredictable currents and the trolls' regenerative abilities make even simple crossings a deadly gamble.

Mist coils over steep, grassy hills dotted with tangled thickets and gnarled trees. Dark shapes move silently in the haze, and the churning Winding Water cuts through rocky banks near shattered wooden bridges. Ruined huts stand forlorn by the river, their broken timbers swaying in cold winds. The air is thick with damp earth and the faint echo of guttural growls—a wild, haunted land where shadows shift and peril lurks just beyond sight.