Lac Dinneshere

Lac Dinneshere’s waters begin in the tundra alongside Kelvin’s Cairn and stretch south to the forest that borders the banks of Redwaters. To those who look down on it from the slopes of the mountain, the lake’s broad expanse seems like a great shard of sky that fell to the earth, dotted with tiny boats that traverse its icy blue firmament.

From the water’s edge, the imagery no longer seems quite so apt. Frigid winds blowing in off the Reghed Glacier whip across the lake, its surface chopping with waves that stand at odds with the serene sky above. The lake does seem to reflect the moods of the heavens; it blushes pink on tranquil evenings, turns steel-gray when storms approach, and blanches white during quiet snows. People who have spent their lives along Lac Dinneshere don’t bother looking up to see what the weather will be—they just look to the lake.

Though as large as Maer Dualdon, Lac Dinneshere is shallower and thus has a smaller population of knucklehead trout (but enough to keep the combined fishing fleets of Caer-Dineval and Caer-Konig in business). The lake’s ecosystem is also less diverse than that of Maer Dualdon. The winds from the glacier stunt what trees manage to grow along the shore and drive avians to the more sheltered areas along Maer Dualdon and Redwaters, and the lake’s rocky banks prevent seasonal flooding and forestall the formation of sandy bars capable of supporting cold-water clams and the otters that feast on the clams.

Still, the lure of the lake’s “white gold” is enough to keep hundreds of people living here in small communities carved into the steep, rocky banks, huddled against the wind and cold.

The Ghost of Lac Dinneshere

Legend has it that an explorer once came to Easthaven to find his fortune after leaving his young wife behind in Luskan, promising to return to her a rich man. The adventurer met with many hazards on his journey, but the thought of his wife waiting for him always gave him the strength to persevere. Finally, after having made his fortune, the man sought to take the next caravan home—only to have it arrive in Easthaven bearing a note from his wife, written from her sickbed in the hours before her death.

The young man never returned home. He stayed in Easthaven, where his wife’s ghost sometimes walked out along the lake, calling for her husband to return to her. Finally, one night when he heard her calling, he loaded his fortune onto a boat and rowed out to the middle of the lake, where he was finally reunited with his beloved—a rich man, just as he had promised.

Locals say the woman’s ghost still wanders the lake on some nights; they call her the White Lady. Rumor has it that she haunts the spot where her husband met his end. A few brave souls have followed the vision of the White Lady in hopes of finding the adventurer’s sunken treasure, but none of them has returned.

Type

Lake

Location under

Icewind Dale