⚔ Aᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ ⚔

Caer-Dineval sits stoically along the southern rim of Lac Dinneshere, its snow-laden rooftops and narrow lanes etched into the rising cliffside that overlooks the lake. Once a fortified stronghold, its central structure—the crumbling Caer—still stands, looming over the village as both historical monument and symbol of local pride. Though weather-beaten and isolated, Caer-Dineval is home to a close-knit, vibrant community that endures the long, dark winters through shared labor and stubborn determination. Fishing remains the village’s lifeblood, with hardy folk venturing onto the ice or into frigid shallows to net the silvery bounty of Lac Dinneshere, prized across Ten-Towns. A long-standing rivalry with nearby Caer-Konig fuels tales, traditions, and competition, particularly during seasonal festivals. Yet beneath its warm camaraderie, strange rumors stir—of secret gatherings in the old Caer and unfamiliar faces moving through the snow. Caer-Dineval smiles, but watches.

Perched above the icy lake, Caer-Dineval’s buildings hug the steep slope, their chimneys trailing smoke into the frigid air. The old stone Caer looms at the cliff’s edge, its walls dark against the snow. Fishing boats bob at a narrow dock below, ice clinging to their hulls. Lanterns flicker in frosted windows, casting golden light across windswept streets.