Princes of the Apocalypse
Welcome to the Dessarin Valley: a lightly settled region of caravan towns, isolated homesteads, and uninhabited wilderness just a week’s journey from Waterdeep. Nothing of note to the wider world has happened here in hundreds of years.
While much tamer then the Savage North, there are stretches of wilderness where man must still be wary, where ancient ruins protrude from ancient foundations where dwarf, elf and creature once walked.
But, the roads are safe, the people friendly and the constant stream of caravans, pilgrims, knightly orders on patrol as well as mercenaries taking the occasional monster and bandit bounty and adventurers looking for lost kingdoms, keep the valley bustling.
There is work for all walks of life if one is only willing to roll up their sleeves. Even the more dangerous work that takes the bold from the safety of the towns, roads and farmlands can find reward in the sheer beauty of the wonders the valley has to share, ones both natural and magical in their magnificence.
So friend, strap steel to your waist, draw good friends to your side and pull on your most comfortable boots, the Dessarin Valley is more than what you can see from your inn window.