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The Isle of Moray, a rugged, storm-wracked isle in the western Moonshaes, rises sharply from the churning sea, its mountainous terrain dominated by the jagged Trollclaw and Orcskull Ranges. Here, the Ffolk, bearing a strong Northman lineage, are a hardy, martial people, their settlements like Caer Moray and Dynnegall clinging to the harsh landscape. A monarchy governs the island's 29,000 souls, a mix of primarily Ffolk humans, with a small contingent of other humans and dwarves. The Orcskull Mountains, which bisect the island, have become a battleground, where Northlander warbands, since the recent peace, now raid monstrous inhabitants, honing their skills and protecting Moray's strategic defenses. Farview, a lonely outpost, watches the western horizon. The island's position makes it a vital shield against invaders, its people ever vigilant, their spirit as untamed as the winds that sweep its peaks.

Wind howls through craggy mountain passes as slate-grey peaks loom over storm-lashed shores. Low stone keeps and timber halls cluster along fjord-like inlets, their banners whipping in the salt wind. Above, the Orcskull Mountains cut across the island like a scar, while smoke from distant hearths and watchfires drifts skyward beneath ever-shifting skies.