Hallow
Located in the Eatern Reaches the Small village of Hallow is a wild place fueled by its industry of lumber. Nestled in the shadow of Fulgrim's Crag and on the edge of Darkmoon Forest, the people of Hallow are hearty and stern. Theirs is a life of hardships, broken only occasionally by a handful of festivals and the infrequent merchant caravan. They face constant adversity from both the wilderness and the wiles of man. Wolves nip at their heels and cutpurses and their neighbors ply at their pockets. It is a testament to their strength that hey even manage to survive at all so far out in the country.
A rough community almost wholly owned by the Consortium, Hallow rests on the edge of Darkmoon Forest, a blunt sawdust-choked stop on a winding trade route. Home to fewer than 1500 humans and a smattering of other races, most of the townsfolk fare only for the paltry coins paid for their backbreaking work and what simple comforts they can buy. A few, however, understand that what's bad for one is bad for all. And so, the community thrives on a tenacious mix of greed, debauchery, and stubborn self-reliance.
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