Fvantesh is a medium sized town, located near the rocky coast. Due to the crumbling rock cliffs and impassable bay, Fvantesh has no harbour. Often referred to as the City of Fantesh (faan-tesh) or Vantesh (von-tash) by locals and travellers alike, it is the largest inhabitance in the area.

It’s nearest neighbours of comparable size are Gwyntheria (gwin-theer-ee-ah), an elven town which specializes in music, medicine, and magic, and a large catfolk village without a name (or with far too many), both 2-3 days travel up the North Forest Road, less then a full day’s travel away from each other on the north and south sides of the road, respectively.

The walls of Fvantesh are 15 ft tall and built of solid logs with guard towers at each gate, ringed around the inside with stalls and housing for the poor. The town is shaped like a pie or a wagon wheel; gates at the NW and SW ends allow the main roads to lead straight into the main square, while smaller roads divide neighbourhoods into wedges, with alleys forming concentric circles out to the wall.

The Keep is located at the east end, on high ground, in it’s own secure double-sized wedge near the wall. The road to the Keep is blocked at the end, by the Guard House in the main square. On either side of the Keep’s grounds are neighbourhoods populated by the wealthiest of the town’s upper class. These mansions face outwards towards the manor houses of the slightly less fortunate, whose walled backyards are but a narrow alleyway away from those of the merely upper middle class, whose homes look across the main roads to the shops and townhouses of the merchant class, and rub elbows with the busy restaurants and inns that serve the seasonal tourist industry. Each neighbourhood gets progressively poorer the further it gets from the Keep, but each section is cheaper the closer it is to the wall, more expensive, commercial, and in better repair, the closer it is to the main roads.

Twice a year, in Spring and Autumn, Fvantesh holds a market festival outside it’s walls, servicing all the smaller towns and villages in the area, as well as merchants who travel up and down the coast by ship between the winter storms that make travel by open sea impossible, and the outcropping rocks and reefs which make the shoreline nearly impassible. The only way to transport those goods is via the docks at Rough Harbour, 2 days travel down the South Coastal Road, which are precarious due to the changing tides.


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