A lean outpost built in and around ancient pines, where platforms and ropeways link huts, and a palisade cuts a measured clearing; travelers arrive by narrow deer paths and leave with wary respect or strange marks on their boots.
A stitched clearing where maps are treasured and trees remember trespass.
A high-res, share-ready sheet you can post or print.
Keeper
A practical hand who negotiates with timber merchants and calms Council storms.
Captain of the Greenwardens
Veteran ranger who trains scouts and punishes those who harm trails.
Trade Syndicate Agent
Smooth-tongued trader pressing for expanded logging and a road to market.
Sap-ward and Ritualist
Young animist who tends saplings and speaks for tree-spirits in Council hearings.
Tavernkeeper
A genial tavernkeeper who overhears travelers and sells reliable rumors with drinks.
Herbalist
A low-ceilinged stall hung with bundles of salves, dried herbs, and stitched pouches.
Blacksmith
A compact forge under a tarpaulin where the bellows always seems warm.
Scouts, mapmakers, weary traders, and occasional curious pilgrims
A low-roof tavern half in a tree hollow with benches carved from old roots and a smoky hearth.
Guildlike
A loose collective of trackers who maintain lines and teach newcomers to read the woods.
Commercial
A small but growing ring of merchants pushing for more timber rights and quicker harvests.
Religious
A secretive circle of animists and healers who guard the oldest tree-sprites and perform rites at moonrise.
A shallow stone circle where sap oozes like tears and small carved totems are tethered.
A collapsed watchtower reclaimed by roots with a hollow that shelters hidden letters.
A mossy glade where compass needles wobble as if confused by something below.
A rope-and-pulley suspension market platform where merchants trade high above crawling beasts.
Rooken has been altering some maps to conceal a short path to a hidden glade that shelters a personal stash.
Keeper Maera once accepted a bribe tied to a sawmill scheme that would reroute trade and harm a neighboring village.
An ancient tree-spirit bound beneath the grove communicates in dream-crumbs and knows of a sealed road to a forgotten realm.
There is an old root that remembers names of those who vanished.
A trader once paid three silver for a scrap of map that smelled of salt and storm.
The Blighted Heart
A guardian sapling at the heart of the grove shows blighted leaves that pulse at moonrise, and the Circle demands help before the tree dies.
The Vanishing Lines
Rooken accuses an unknown hand of altering maps that lead merchants into sink hollows, offering hire for discreet retrieval of the original charts.
Concession Day
A Timber Syndicate caravan will arrive under escort and tensions may erupt unless someone proves the Syndicate's route safe or exposes sabotage.
The Marked Path
A missing scout suggests a strange trail-mark not of any known tongue, and the trackers ask adventurers to follow it into half-remembered ruins.
