Finwood

Nestled on the edge of a sprawling forest and the foothills of a rugged mountain range, the town of Finwood hums with a quiet resilience. Its structures are a blend of sturdy practicality and rustic charm, built primarily from the abundant dark timber of the surrounding woods and reinforced with stone quarried from the nearby mountains. Roofs of slate and clay shingles glint under the sun, while chimneys release lazy plumes of smoke, hinting at the cozy hearths within. The town’s streets, cobbled but uneven, wind their way between tightly packed houses, merchant stalls, and workshops, all clustered around a central square dominated by a massive iron statue of a long-forgotten hero. The economy thrives on timber, mining, and hunting, with blacksmiths and carpenters bustling in their forges and workshops, crafting tools, weapons, and wagons for both locals and passing travelers. At the edge of town, a tannery and sawmill send their sharp, earthy scents into the air, while hunters and trappers return with game to sell at the lively open market.   The townsfolk are a hardy, tight-knit community, bound together by the challenges of living so close to untamed wilderness. Strangers are met with a mix of cautious curiosity and guarded hospitality; while the locals are quick to lend a hand to their own, they remain wary of anyone they don’t recognize. Children play near the forest’s edge, daring one another to venture further than they should, while elders swap stories of the mountain’s dangers and the forest’s rumored enchantments. Despite the occasional tension brought by wandering adventurers or the shadow of nearby cultist activity, Ironhaven remains a bastion of determination, its people greeting every new challenge with grit and an unshakable sense of pride in their town.