The Ruins at Lake Ias

Around 750 pasangs klim  of the Great City of Ar, lays the hidden encampment of a group of thieves, cut throats, outlaws and those just hiding from arrest warrants. They are rumored to be located in the region around Lake Ias, the woodlands vask of the Vosk but var of the Treasure Road. The band lived among the ruins, now being redone to accommodate the growing village settling there.

To the vask was the famed Treasure Road, where they often prey upon travelers and caravans heading tun toward the lower half of known land. The small settlement looked like any other settlement, drifters wagons, like gypsy nomads, trader wagons. Those of a higher rank dwell in the ruins that overlooked Lake Ias.

Once you are allowed into the encampment, campfires and smoke, animals milling, anything that was stolen is seen here. There are no warriors in this encampment -- it's the one rule of thumb. To lead one of the red caste to this encampment is treason and would mean death. They prided themselves on avoiding those of the scarlet and their noble minds that look down on those with no caste. Its just bad for a thieves' trade.

Near the center of the camp, at the hollow underside of the ruins, was a grand stone room, with a circle of fur braces, this circle was Chamber of Winds. Anyone who wished could attend to hear the Speaker give the words of the leader, though some thieves sat in higher spots away from the cruel strikes of brutal men. This was the life here, survival.

The encampment might be considered by some to be a vastly poor sodden marketplace in the middle of nowhere, but every mouth here was fed, and every soul drank and everyone, though never fairly, shared in the spoils.

This is the way of outlaws, outcasts, and wanted men.

This is their place, this is their time.