In a time long ago, when I was a younger man. I lived with the villagers of Howlers Pass. I can remember how the wind howled through the night carrying a scent that would change this valley forever. Howlers Pass sat in the valley of a range of untamed mountains that extended up and down the land of Alagaesia.
My uncle told me that before I was born the valley belonged to the wolves or wild dogs as some people call them and one day they would take it back.
After many years man built several villages and for protection of those vicious wolves they built a beacon on the highest hill of Howlers Pass. The people of Howlers Pass lit the beacon every noon and it stayed alight throughout the night till the sun dawned again.
And every night the beacon caste its light across the valley and protected the villagers from the savage wolves which haunted this valley. And at the start of month one of the villages would take their turn in lighting the beacon.
The lighting of the beacon soon came natural to them and was classed as one of those monthly chores.
I still remember the early days of December when the chaos began. The seventh village took there turn in lighting the beacon, but as the horrific weather continued the beacon stayed unlit. They tried all they could but many lives were lost to those savage wolves. As the month grew on the weather worsened and more lives were lost.
The other villages grew angry and started fighting.
And to this day the seven villages still fight in that forsaken valley. All has been forgotten what they were fighting for but the war still goes on…………
This is my first map submitted for Stronghold