Varulvhamn
THE DEN OF WEREWOLVES FLEEING THE MADDENED SOUTH
On a plateau in Skona Ravine is a passage down into the rock between gorges, where the soft howls of terrified beastmen echo up until the open sky, hoping desperately they don’t attract the attention of the creature that now rules their homeland.
In these narrow passages and crudely carved chambers, the majority of the remaining werewolves huddle together, the stench of fear heavy in the air. Here they plot the next course of action for their people, something that will assuredly not be in the best interest of the people of Midgard.
A seasoned group of adventurers, should they make it through the depths of Myrkwood and the gorges of Skona, might be able to put an end to whatever the werewolves are plotting before it has a chance to come to fruition.
