No doubt you will have heard of Hildred of Jorburg. Not unlike me he was an explorer of a curious and gallant disposition. The first to cross the Turquoise Sea to Serpent Bay, to sight the shores of what its native people call “Alperda” and to set a foot on this mountainous, forested land.
He exchanged gifts and tales with the natives, but only went as far inland to what is known today as Starspire, an observatory located on a steep hill. This was little more than hundred years ago. Knowledge of this unexplored wilderness, rich in wood and wildlife, its coastal waters teeming of fish and whales, spread fast throughout the provinces of the southron empire. Soon whalers and tradesmen followed Hildred’s initial expedition. Missionaries attempted to bring Reigaro’s light to the people of this land, who we call Hengemen.
The lands history truly began when illustrious Aldrich of House Gladwyn founded the only major settlement on Hildred’s Land: Greifshold. He brought the tribes of the land into the imperial fold and got them accustomed to the achievements of our great civilisation. Soon after he was named Margrave by her Serene Highness Empress Milburga Sunniva. Only two decades later the Margravate spanned from Serpent’s Bay in the south to the foothills of the Wyrmblood Range in the north. From the fishing village Breka in the east and along the pasture of the Green Bent in the west. Its limits were guarded by the strongholds Griffonwatch and Wyrmrock, keeping the ever unruly Hengemen in check.
The Wyrmblood Range forms the northern limits of the Margravate. Its foothills extend deep southwards and form a stretch of hills just north of Greifshold. The city itself is in part build on a gentle hill. They are called The Balding Hills, due to the sparse growth on most of them. I have it on good authority that iron ore was found in these hills and they may as well reveal precious stones in time.
Greifshold is a fairly young city. The illustrious Aldrich of House Gladwyn, who later received the title Margrave of Greifshold, founded the city a little more than 40 years ago. He and his wife Margravine Ethel passed only three years ago in quick succession. His only daughter Elswyth followed him and rules Greifshold wisely to this day.
When I payed “Trip’s Marvellous Mysticalities” a visit, they also had an odd sentient fungi on display, but it was small in size and could not speak. It resembled a Fly Agaric with a reddish, white-spotted cap, yet the stem showed an opening that I surmise is an orifice to consume food. It also had small, squinty eyes, similar in colour to those of a raven. Trip claims they caught it in the far west, beyond the Black Quill Forest and the ruins of Griffonwatch. The dock worker’s children found this creature most exhilarating. None of the locals was forthcoming with information on these creatures and apparently the one caught is the only of its kind.
I spoke to travellers and found that the ruins of Griffonwatch are slowly, but steadily taken back by the forest. Where once the smell of ale and mutton filled the air, where gentle song echoed in the halls, now moss and root dwell and saplings grow to fearsome trees.