This castle fortress of Roachmill was built on a hill, overlooking the
eastern seas, between the Dirimloth forests and the great northern
mountains. Overtaken by Lord Croft, the city was closed, and dark times
befell its citizens. His cruelty knew no bounds, and the scars of his
anger would forever mar the hearts and souls of the people. Time passed,
and Lord Croft disappeared into his castle, leaving the citizens to fend
for themselves. They began to build and prosper slowly, carefully, keeping
a watchful eye on the ever-darkening castle and mysteriously absent lord.
Eventually, the city opened for settlement, and people from all parts of
the lands poured into its borders. Mining, logging, building, shipping and
commerce grew, and the city became a boomtown overnight.
In spite of its growing wealth, the last vestiges of Lord Croft's rule are
not easily forgotten. His guards still roam the city streets, and the
castle remains an unsolved mystery. It is a city best avoided by the young
and untried, a place to tread lightly after dark. Let the weary traveler
beware.