u/Grimmutterings

The waters in the well are said to be the tears of the mighty Obsidian himself, they are said to be able to cure ... or kill, the well is said to be the fountain of youth (well that's not true, the fountain of youth is ... never mind where that is, it's a secret), or the well is a portal to health, wealth and happiness. Whatever the stories are, there is no denying this is a magical place. On a clear night, when the moon is high and the fountain begins to whisper, take a seat, wait, and maybe the fountain will reveal its secrets to you.

The chickens do not rule the roost here, but Chicken Coop Keep is a great place to restock fresh drinking water from the fountain, and of course purchase or trade some eggs, to vary up a boring seafaring diet. The trader is always pleased to have guests; the rooster is not quite so friendly.

Some way under the pavement and the world above there is this ... this state of the art, no expense spared, 5 star shrine to paranoia. Despite his business savvy, access to Early Access building materials and mega millions (some of which are stored in the bunker) the hedge fund prepper, was taken down by a recycling bin and a chicken who unfortunately parked themselves over the outlet vent causing a toxic buildup of fumes from the cozy fireplace. Securely sealed within the airtight pods, the bunker became a tomb. Security almost made it out, but alas, the only things flourishing down here are the plants ... and some curious sharks who swam up the water inlet pipes from the sea.

A cool hideout, once the recycling bin and chicken have been moved and the fumes clear, or an epic urban exploration destination, or just a bed for the night? Someone else must have been planning to do some of the same and has left a meagre crate of rather random supplies. The masks will be useful until the chicken gets relocated, but be careful with that sparky lantern or the whole bunker could be a load of high end rubble.

Walk with the Dead, they know the way.

In the emptiness of the frozen wastes, The Frozen Apothecary has an uncanny knack of turning up where it is needed, or more to the point where there is potentially some business. You took an arrow to the knee? A fireball to the head? A nasty fall on the ice outside, you name the emergency, The Frozen Apothecary has just what you need.

Come on in, get warm, take what you want and talk to the raven he will tell you what payment you should leave in the chest, oh and don't think of cheating, the gargoyles are watching, and some of them can count apparently, and the wolves are outside. They can't count but it won't stop them tearing any number of holes in any thief.

Commissioned Map

Watch out ... you'll get your shoes dirty; there's mud on the road!

.. and there's been a bit of an 'accident'. It looks like someone broke out of their box and caused a commotion.

I don't know where everyone is, but that cat looks very comfortable.

What is it doing?

Is it waiting?

For you?

Said to have been destroyed by the Undead Legion who feared the power of the Forge, the stories round the fireside tell of a Master Blacksmith, of armor and weapons forged in fire and ice, of a rose bush that flowers on the coldest of days, that the beautiful blue flowers are those slain by the Undead, that the Forge is still alive and rebuilding itself ... there are stories about The Ice Rose Forge, but they're just stories?

After a dispute with the previous management over pay (none), beatings (lots), food (awful), a small but effective uprising ensued, and the inmate is now running the show.

Pay still none, beatings also none, food fabulous ... life is good in Maximum Security!