Signol is a compact logging town at a forest crossroads where sawdust and song blend, and every person is measured by their ability to swing an axe or set a bench. Craftsmen set out with portable workstations to finish projects in the field, and the single path out of town is busy until sundown when the woods become dangerous.
Where the trees never end and the saw never sleeps.
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Overseer
A thin, watchful figure with ink-stained hands and a careful tone.
Sawmill owner
A broad-shouldered man who fumes when the mill slows.
Tavernkeeper
A laugh-creased woman who knows every face that crosses the bar.
Master craftswoman
A precise and proud woodcrafter who teaches apprentices on the road.
Supplier and cartmaster
Weather-beaten and quick with a barter or story at the post.
Shrine keeper
Soft-spoken and patient, tending candles and carved votives.
Tools and supplies
A narrow stall attached to the mill selling tools and parts for portable workshops.
General goods
A creaking wagon and shed that sells trade staples and odd fittings brought from town.
Mostly loggers, craftsmen, and the occasional traveling merchant.
A low-ceilinged hall filled with benches, the smell of smoke, and a carved music box on the bar.
Trade guild
The guild of foremen and master sawyers who set quotas and send craftsmen out.
Guild
A loose network that equips and sends portable work crews into the woods.
Forest wardens
Forest guardians who patrol the deeper Asphemor and resent needless cutting.
The single path out of town where loggers and carts pass until dusk.
A ring of stumps with polished tops used for competitions and barters.
A half-buried stone watchtower overgrown with roots and whispered legends.
A narrow falls that drives the millrace and glints with sawdust at sunrise.
Imor Whitestone has an old pact with a forest spirit that shields daytime work but demands a midnight offering.
Alden Horiar keeps a cache of heartwood from a forbidden grove for prized commissions.
A short tunnel beneath the tower leads to a small, sealed shrine with strange runes.
Some say the forest remembers the names of those who cut the oldest trees.
Whispers claim a creature now stalks the path after dusk.
A hidden vein of darker timber lies beneath the ruined watchtower.
Vanished on the Watchtrail
A missing logger and a bloodstained axe lead to tracks that vanish at the ruined watchtower.
The Humming Crate
A crate that hums must be opened before merchants discover its origin or shipments are halted.
Pleasing the Wardens
Wilderwatch demands tribute after fresh saplings are cut from a sacred ridge.
Heartwood Heist
Aldens secret cache of heartwood draws the attention of a collector from afar.
