⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

Dougan’s Hole, the most isolated and smallest of the Ten-Towns, sits quietly on the southern shore of Lake Redwaters, its few snowbound homes huddled together against the chill winds of Icewind Dale. With only a pair of short, ice-rimed piers jutting into the lake, the settlement survives on modest fishing and trade, largely forgotten by the greater concerns of the dale. Its people are hardy, suspicious of outsiders, and known for a superstitious streak that borders on the occult. This reputation is amplified by the nearby Twenty Stones of Thruun—a circle of massive, rune-etched stones whose purpose remains shrouded in mystery. Locals speak in hushed tones of the ancient powers that gather there, of whispers in the snow, and sightings of a strange magical creature that seems to manifest when the stones are disturbed. Though little more than a scattering of cabins, Dougan’s Hole endures, cloaked in ice and eerie legend.

Snow-caked cottages crouch near the lake’s frozen edge, their windows glowing faintly in the endless cold. Two narrow wooden piers reach into Redwaters’ dark surface, half-lost in mist. Beyond, stone monoliths rise in a ring from the snow, cracked and worn, their presence unsettling and oddly silent. The village feels distant, almost forgotten, as if held in the grip of a quiet, ancient watchfulness.