THE CONCLAVE OF TWILIGHT ANVIL (TWILIGHT CONCLAVE) - (15 miles/hex)
Leaving the City State by the Gate of the Gods, one enters a narrow belt of heavily settled and farmed land. To the north rises the upland moor of the Troll Fen, while to the south the northern tongue of the Mermist Swamp, nicknamed the ‘Emerald Death’ for its many dangers, edges the Estuary of the Roglaroon.
Proceeding West on the Twilight Road, the farmland opens out into an expanse of small hamlets and noble manors, Alryan commercial farms known as Latifundia, each worked by dozens or hundreds of farm slaves. These Latifundia provide much wealth to their Lords, most of whom reside in the City State, and a good deal of food for the City’s hungry populace.
Thirty miles west of the City State, a good day’s journey on the Twilight Road, lies the market town of Darkfield, a common stopping point for travellers.
Proceeding some six miles north-west from Darkfield along the Twilight Road, one reaches a dirt track running north. Taking this track for three miles, the high towers and walls of the Twilight Coven soon come in view atop a small hill.
The Conclave of Twilight Anvil lies some nine miles’ travel from of Darkfield, on high ground overlooking the Troll Fens to the east and to the west the Vineries of the south-eastern Howling Hills, the south-facing slopes heavy with grape vines that produce some excellent wines as well as much cheap swill. The Coven itself is surrounded by cultivated Latifundia land to the west and south and produces a nice wine on the western hills, mostly for internal consumption though some is exported via the Darkfield merchants. The rich slave-tilled fields also produce enough food for the Coven’s own tables, and in good years a small amount is exported, again via Darkfield.
Reaching the Gate House of the Coven set in a 20’ curtain wall, one is greeted by well-equipped mercenary guards in band & mail, wielding stout halberds. Should all prove satisfactory, one can expect then to be escorted to the Mistress and Vice-Master of the Coven...
Composition of the Twilight Coven
The Coven Mistress is Dorvilla (Wizard 6), a beautiful and gracious half-elven woman with grey-blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. She wears the grey robes of the Coven, cut from the finest silks. Often exasperated by Langeril’s antics, she tolerates her old adventuring comrade out of recognition that each needs the other.
Vice-Master Langeril ‘the Great’ (Illusionist 5), named perhaps for the enormous size of his red nose is her practical equal, and he heads the Coven’s instruction in Illusionist magic. Where Dorvilla is gracious, Langeril is a flamboyant prankster with the mischievous streak of many gnomes. He particularly favours a simple a spell that makes the clothing & equipment of others appear to vanish – actually becoming invisible for a short time – and has been known to employ it on unfortunate students, staff and guests. He also likes to spy invisibly on others, and to use ‘mage hand’ to disconcerting effect.
The inhabitants of the Coven comprise:
40 ‘Magicians’, namely:
2 Leaders: The Mistress Dorvilla & Vice-Master Langeril ‘the Great’
9 Junior Staff, 2 Wiz-4, I Ill 3, 2 Wiz 3, 2 Ill 2, 2 M-U 2
5 Graduate Students, 2 Ill 1, 3 Wiz 1
24 ‘0th level’ Student Apprentices in the Arts of Wizardry (17) and Illusion (7).
50 well-paid Mercenaries, Warriors of the 1st-3rd rank, who guard the Conclave and oversee the farm slaves as they work.
70 Slave Farmers, mostly male, who work the fields and live in Spartan barracks.
40 Slave House Servants, mostly female, who acts as cooks, maids etc and keep the Conclave running smoothly.