Wolfholme

Capitol of Vedania 1672----- Seat of the crown. The walls rise high above the ground, forty feet tall and every hundred yards along it are fortified bastions where guards routinely stand post, ever vigil of the horrors that creep from the Petrified Forest. All over the walls are foot long razor spikes coated in wolfsbane, that are placed to prevent nasty creatures and primarily werewolves from getting into the streets. Wolfholme is quite simply, a fortress city, and the only city in Vedania with a standing army, of five hundred well trained soldiers. They are trained by the Wolfholme institute in the art of medical treatment, and combat training is overseen by the legendary Lord Commander Neska, a former Solean Knight of the Vale. The buildings stretch before you, made of a solid grey stone, nothing is fanciful or lavish in Wolfholme, but it is relatively safe for its citizens. People dress in a very Victorian fashion, similar to Drachenthorne. The citizens are a relatively cordial bunch, that enjoy art and music. Like Port Deepwater, the nobles live in the secluded center of the city known as the Alabaster district, upon a hill. At the top rests Wolf Fortress. A massive looming citadel that is fortified with siege weapons and professional soldiers. The countess has decreed that in the event of siege, the entire population must be able to fit into its halls, and have enough stored food and water for up to a year. The city smells of wet stone and rainwater, and sounds of horse hooves clatter on the cobbled streets. Lanterns swing from posts to light the way of its people.