Raygun Lounge Keep on the Borderlands
Keep on the Borderlands is currently running at the Raygun Lounge in Seattle, WA on Wednesday nights at 6:30pm. New players are welcome!
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Keep on the Borderlands
Legends claim that dwarven-built Restwell Keep has been the fortress of a hobgoblin king, the home of an infamous bandit lord, a linchpin garrison of fallen Nerath, and the lair of a dragon. Indeed, the keep has been all this and more. At present, it is a faint but steady light struggling against a growing darkness. Its intrepid folk are in constant danger from within and without.
The Chaos Scar
For eons, an evil star roamed the space between worlds, seeking a place to touch down and wreak havoc. It found this world. As the falling star passed through the sky, milk curdled, livestock fell dead, and ill fortune flourished. The celestial body crashed into the earth with deafening force, carving a valley-sized furrow in its wake. Red radiance lit the sky for a week. Thus, the Chaos Scar was born.
Over a mile long and several hundred feet deep, the Scar is an angry, blighted gash in the world. As the star carved its path through the earth, shards and fragments tore away until only its heart remained, embedded in an escarpment at the far end of its new home.
Patient beyond mortal comprehension, the malevolent remains began to sow seeds of wickedness, to reach out to those of a perverse and corruptible bent. Over the centuries, creatures of evil spirit have been drawn to this beacon.
The dark sentience spurs competition among the malefactors who carve out dominions within the valley’s many caves. The weakest ones settle near the mouth of the valley and the plain beyond. The strongest villains lair closer to the valley’s terminus and in the fortress.
Rulers have tried to contain the threat of the Chaos Scar in the past, with little to no success. A long-forgotten king erected a wall across the valley’s mouth. It still stands, partly in ruins, its gates open and unguarded.
The Chaos Scar is filled with malice, promising death to those who enter. It is riddled with caves natural and tunneled by generations of monstrous denizens. The deeper one travels into the valley, the deadlier the foes lurking in its hollows.
Many adventurers have entered the Chaos Scar seeking wealth and glory. Few have returned. Those heroes that survive its depths weave dark stories of cults, inhuman tribes, and monsters working in blasphemous concert. Other explorers tell of monstrous creatures engaging in vicious, unrelenting warfare. All agree that fatality is far more prevalent than fortune.