Luthor

Luthor is encircled by a wooden wall, which helps to protect the town against orcs and other threats from the wilderness. The wall extends out into the lake, creating a safe harbor for the town’s boats. But now Bic’s long winter has frozen the water in the harbor, and many of the boats are trapped in the ice. Fishers must drag their smaller vessels across the ice to get to the unfrozen lake beyond the harbor walls.The town has always had the biggest fishing fleet and the biggest fishing industry, and everything that goes on here revolves around hauling the fish out of the bay and Pirate shit.

Maxi Padelton

a former rogue moved to Luthor a couple of years ago, took up residence, and spread around a lot of gold, earning the loyalty of many local fishers. His cordial, down-to-earth demeanor contributed to his swift rise to power, enabling him to replace a town Moderator who was well-liked but didn’t want the job anymore. As the most senior representative, Maxi is determined to Discordia into a trade hub for the Legion Network. He has a dozen or more Legion spies throughout Discordia that he uses to good effect, disposing of suspected spies and convincing business owners to buy fish from Luthor instead of from other sources.

“Watch thy pouch!”

Luthor’s founders were thieves, to this day, Luthor honors its shady founders by declaring pickpocketing legal within the town limits—which explains the “Watch thy pouch!” signs posted in various local establishments.

The Wet Trout Tavern

located near the docks, is the largest and loudest tavern in Luthor, known for its ribald atmosphere and rumor-mongering. A great chimney squarely in the building’s center has hearths on either side to warm the tavern’s two common rooms. The tavern’s current owner and proprietor is Nymetra Myskyn, a dragonborn berserker of white dragon ancestry. One of the Wet Trout’s regular patrons is Scythian,a tiefling, who is also the owner and operator of Easthaven’s ferry. A talkative, happy-go-lucky fellow, he knows rumors that might interest you.

The White Lady Inn

This musty old inn is named after a local legend known as the White Lady—a ghost rumored to, haunt the spot where her rich husband drowned. Rinaldo, a self-styled bard kept around to entertain guests, is fond of plucking his fiddle while recounting her tale.