⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

Carlsmere, once a jewel of Tethyr’s summer estates, now decays beneath salt-swept winds along the lonely shores of the Dragon’s Teeth Lagoon. Built with elegant arches, whitewashed stone, and vibrant gardens, it served as a retreat for the royal family—until tragedy shattered its serenity. Over two centuries ago, during a ferocious storm, Prince Valys murdered his kin, including Princess Majal, within its halls in a fit of madness and ambition. Since then, the estate has stood abandoned, its opulence surrendered to ivy, rust, and ruin. The air hangs heavy with sorrow, and strange lights flicker in broken windows during moonless nights. Though nature claws at its bones, Carlsmere has never truly fallen silent; adventurers and treasure-seekers are drawn by rumors of lost wealth, royal heirlooms, and the ghostly echoes of betrayal. Some say the spirits of the slain still walk its shadowed halls, unwilling—or unable—to rest. Carlsmere endures as both a cautionary tale and a mystery.

Collapsed balconies and moss-choked fountains dot a crumbling estate perched above dark waters. Ivy coils through shattered archways, and weather-worn statues gaze blankly at the sea. During storms, lightning reveals glimpses of shattered stained glass and glinting relics within. A chill clings to the air, thick with brine and memory.