Setting: Greywater Reach

Greywater Reach sits in the north of the Empire, a thinly populated expanse of arid grassland blotched with dark forests and craggy uplands.

Named for the turbulent Greywater river, the region is largely ignored by the Electors of the Empire, who choose to devote their attention to more fertile and populous parts of the land.

The region's poor soil struggles to yield a decent crop, so the peasant folk are poverty stricken and scattered.

To make matters worse, the northern tracts of the Greywater are dotted with cairns: Piled towers of rock and shingle that mark the graves of long dead warrior kings and warlords.

Such a trove of ancient tombs and burial grounds is bound to attract the attentions of necromancers and occultists, and their unspeakable deeds have lent the place an evil reputation.

Now, Greywater has come alive to the pounding of marching boots as no less than six armies have arrived to do battle here.

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NOTEWORTHY LOCATIONS

Grigor's Folly

Grigor Stolt was never a pious man. Lumpen and stoop-shouldered, he had lived a hundred years ago, plowing the ashen earth of Greywater Reach to eke out a meagre living. Unremarkable in every way, he would have been lost to history, buried beneath the sea of greater men who, like Grigor, had died young. He would have, but for the day he had went alone to his doom.

There came a day not long ago, when marauding Beastmen had crept out of the woods near his little unnamed hamlet. While others fled the inevitable slaughter, Grigor fastened half a dozen pots and pans to his skinny mare's saddle, grabbed his staff and rode a-clattering through the woods.

Their interest piqued by the noise, the Beastmen had turned away from the village and followed.

Grigor and his faithful steed were found weeks later, their bones sorted neatly into his pots and pans around a blackened firepit, but of the Beastmen there was no sign at least.

Thus did the hamlet come to be named Grigor's Folly, for sometimes the right thing to do is far from wise.