The most north-west region of the continent, Fearann Briste is a cold and severe land of high cliffs and deep valleys. Clans of halfings call this land home, and each valley considers itself an independent power. From the larger cities on the coast, to a village chief that lords over a few sheep, each one considers himself a king, and answers to no one except the High King at Curnbrey Hold. Which is convenient, as there has not been a High King in almost 100 years. The region generates most of its wealth through the mining of metals and rare materials, but the whole region is often considered a backwater to the larger, more "civilized" cities of the east and south. But the clans don't care, they view most outsiders as too weak to last in their beautiful and cold land. Hospitality is a virtue, but, for most, generosity comes with the expectation that you won't last long here without their help.   No discussion of Fearann Briste would be complete without mentioning the cliffs that run rife throughout the region. The very name Fearann Briste means "broken land" and a glance at any map will show you why. Massive cliffs tower over each valley and fjord, their summits obscured by constant mist. No one knows what those heights looks like. But they know what dwells there. For often at night the mist will overflow into the valleys below, bringing strange creatures and monsters of all kinds.   No one stays out in Fearann Briste at night without strong wardstones to hid their presence from wandering monsters, and every city has strong walls that are well-maintained. And every night the wailing of spirits and ghouls haunt the night. But then the sun rises, burning away the mist at ground level, leaving a beautiful land of sweeping vistas and green grass.