A bustling crossroads town ringed by ancient standing stones, Branwych Cross thrives on trade, oaths, and seasonal rites, its streets a tangle of cobbles, carts, and storytellers who keep both bargains and old grudges alive.
Where three roads meet, and old oaths echo in every stone.
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Warden
A weathered woman with braids of silver and a hawk-eyed stare who rides the roads to keep order.
Merchant Guildmaster
A well-dressed trader with quick hands and an even quicker ledger.
High Keeper of the Stones
A robed elder with a carved staff who tends the standing stones and remembers old names.
Shepherd and militia corporal
Broad-shouldered and sunburnt, always with a whistle and a lantern.
Carver and tavern investor
Short and stout with coal-smudged hands and a laugh like clinking tools.
General merchant and export broker
A roomy covered stall and back office where deals are struck and shipments arranged.
Carving and craftshop
A smoke-warmed workshop fragrant with pine and oil, filled with half-carved shapes.
Merchants, wardens, and traveling bards.
A sprawling inn by the market square with oak benches and a roaring hearth.
Ferry operators, local laborers, and secretive smugglers.
A small waterside taproom favored by fishermen and ferrymen.
Religious order
A network of elders and ritualists who claim stewardship of ancestral sites and enforce taboo customs.
Trade guild
An organized group of traders who manage stalls, caravans, and export contracts.
Band
Loose bands from the bogs who strike flocks and travelers before melting back into reeds.
A moss-covered burial mound said to hide a lord's hoard and supernatural guardians.
A small ferry that crosses at the ford and is run by a family with a legacy of river charms.
A rumpled square of stalls where gossip spreads as fast as coin and a temporary gallows stands in tough seasons.
A willow-draped hollow where a herbalist is rumored to trade in cures and curses by candlelight.
The stones are anchored to a hidden cavern of river-sprites bound long ago.
Warden Maebh once accepted a bribe to hide a noble's crime.
A smuggler in town sells enchanted glass beads that silence alarms.
Stones That Sing
The Stones hum and names glow; townsfolk seek help to learn whether the old binding weakens or some spirit awakens.
The Missing Flock
After a raid, shepherds want their sheep recovered and the raiders driven out of the bog.
A Merchant's Secret Ledger
A torn ledger hints at smuggling and a bribe to the Warden, and secrets could topple the council.
The Hollow Witch
Herb-steeped rumors claim the Hollow's herbalist can bind or break oaths for a price, drawing desperate petitioners.
