Yorkynn: Lore, People and Lands of the Kingdom

Kirvarn Castle

Built alongside the Collver cliffs, Kirvarn Castle turns the very geography into its primary defense. The terrain is steep, carved by rocks and scarce trails, with only one road capable of guiding travelers to its gates. Its walls do not stand out for their height, but for their arrangement in levels, following the terrain and creating natural layers of protection that are difficult to overcome.

The interior is divided into small interconnected courtyards, each with well-defined functions, allowing control and organization even during sieges. In the highest sections, protected by inner gates, lie the grain storehouses, as well as vaults where gold and silver collected from the region's tributes are kept. At the highest point, dominating the entire landscape, stands a great temple dedicated to the ancient gods, visible even from afar on clear days.

Surrounding the castle, the territory is quiet and sparsely inhabited. Dense hills and closed forests stretch in every direction, with tall trees of straight trunks, dark canopies, and the ground covered in wet leaves and thick moss. Light rarely passes fully through these forests, creating shaded trails and a constant atmosphere of freshness and stillness. The wind moves gently through the valleys, carrying the distant sound of branches and birds.

The nearest city is Forest's Throat, which in a straight line does not seem far, but in practice requires a long detour through the safe paths between the cliffs. This isolation makes Kirvarn a serene, almost untouched place, where time moves more slowly and the presence of the ruling house is felt with firmness and stability.

Servants 150 / 450

Family MacMahonn

Garrison 900 / 2000

Economy River vessels, ropes, wool, barley, iron and copper

Southwest of Yorkynn

A region rich in wheat, tin, bronze and copper. It also has quality timber, sheep and rivers full of fish. The main trading center in the lands of...

Lake Clueinn rests serene among gentle hills, covered in green and fragrant grass in summer, yet buried beneath a blanket of snow in winter. Its waters mirror the sky and the dense canopy of Errislan's forest, which in autumn puts on a magnificent display of colours. In summer, snowmelt from the Northunner Mountains feeds its banks, swelling the lake until it overflows into small streams that irrigate the surrounding woodland, bringing life and movement to the entire region.

Errislan spreads as a deep green mantle, where ancient and leafy trees filter the sunlight, with few winding trails cutting through the forest to connect clearings, streams, and hunters' shelters. It is a living land, full of bears, elk, foxes, owls, boars, butterflies, and squirrels.

As one moves toward the Craigorn valley, the terrain grows rougher and higher. The hills give way to steep slopes and exposed boulders shaped by time and constant rain. There the landscape changes in tone: the brown of mud blends easily with the green of grass, and the grey of rocks appears at every turn, making it difficult to build roads and leaving those that exist ever more winding.

Arquitetura de Yorkynn — Os Canais de Nistald

Hammerhill rises upon a stone foundation that dictates the very character of the city. The oldest buildings are made of large blocks of granite and grey sandstone, cut irregularly and set with surprising precision. The granite, dense and resistant, supports walls, towers, and foundations, while the sandstone, more malleable, appears in façades, arches, and sculpted details. The walls are thick, often exceeding one metre in width, designed not only to bear the weight of upper floors but also to withstand time, wind, and potential sieges.

Inside these structures, sturdy oak beams cross the rooms, supporting floors and roofs with steadiness. Staircases are often embedded within the thickness of the walls or built in wood, with steps worn smooth by constant use. Oak dominates the main framework for its durability, while slow-growth pine is used in floors, partitions, and roofs, lighter and more abundant. In areas close to water, such as bridges and riverside foundations, elm is preferred for its resistance to moisture, ensuring longevity even in constant contact with the flow of the canals.

Roofing varies according to the status and wealth of the owners. Sloped timber roofs are covered with clay tiles or thin stone slabs, layered to shed the frequent rain. In higher and more affluent districts, greater attention is paid to the symmetry of façades, with narrow windows framed in carved stone and small ornamental details. In the older and denser areas, buildings press against one another, sharing walls and creating narrow streets where exposed beams and wooden supports help sustain floors that project slightly over the lanes.

Not all buildings, however, follow the same strict use of stone. In simpler neighbourhoods, wooden structures dominate the landscape, with oak frames and infill of wattle covered in daub and lime. In these constructions, pine and birch appear more frequently, forming lighter walls and lower but functional roofs. Barns, workshops, and commercial annexes follow this model, prioritising practicality over permanence. Even so, even in the humblest forms, there is a sense of solidity and adaptation to the environment, as if all of Hammerhill, in stone or wood, had been built with the same purpose: to endure, to remain, and to grow alongside the rock that sustains it.

Oliren was born at her father Orys's mill, amid the fertile plains south of Barrowton, where the wind blows steadily across fields that stretch in golden hues in summer and silver-grey in winter. There, in these cold and damp lands, wheat, rye, oats and barley are cultivated, grains that sustain the tables of Hammerhill and give the family mill a respected, if modest, place in the heart of the Laggan fields.

The youngest of three siblings, she grew up in the shadow of Benneck, the firstborn who inherited from their father the work of gears and heavy millstones, and of Ann, the middle sister, sent to Hammerhill to serve as a scribe for a noble house, paid with the portion the family received as grain tribute. In the kingdom it is an ancient custom that millers take fifteen out of every hundred sacks as payment for the use of water and stone. The Moytts were never great landowners, but they never lacked bread, and the name of Orys was spoken with respect throughout the area, as a fair merchant who never failed to lend a hand to neighbors, being also a skilled carpenter.

Oliren, however, never settled within the limits of the farm. Tall by the region's standards, standing one metre eighty-two, she had a firm bearing and broad shoulders shaped by work and hunting. Her light, honey-coloured hair fell in thick braids down her shoulders, often pinned back so they would not obstruct her vision, and her eyes carry a grey-blue like the waters of a stream at the end of autumn. Across her face, traces of blue paint mark the skin with ancient symbols of the region, signs of identity and honour that few dare to wear.

She always dressed as someone who knows the wind off the hills and the cold coming from the Northunner Mountains. Over a chain mail fitted to the body, a heavy fur-lined cloak, clasped at the chest by a simple silver and copper brooch bearing the MacMahonn crest, the family that controls Fermoyle Point. The longbow is a natural extension of her arm, made of dark wood polished by constant use, and the quiver rested always full at her back. At her waist, a short sword standard to Yorkynn, chosen not for beauty but for efficiency. Her tall boots strike the ground with purpose, made of quality leather and hide, well waterproofed, excellent for long ventures through the forests even when they are thick with mud or snow.

From a young age she displayed courage that bordered on recklessness. A skilled hunter, able to follow near-invisible tracks across damp fields and dense woodland, she learned early to command, not through the force of her voice, but through the steadiness of her gaze. When she joined Hammerhill's military ranks, the most experienced generals were quick to notice her cunning. Her discipline, constant attentiveness, and coolness in combat made her rise with uncommon speed, until she took the post of captain, and then warden of the tower.

Today, at twenty-eight, Oliren commands with firmness and a sense of justice. She is not married, nor does she have children, though suitors arise among the men of the region, drawn both by her austere beauty and the power that radiates from her presence. Even so, her first commitment is to the tower and the surroundings of Fermoyle Hill, to the land that saw her born, and to the people who now look upon her as their guardian.

The Curdenheed Lamb

The Curdenheed Lamb (which gives the dish its name) is reared on the cold slopes of the Knerkirk mountains, where the flocks graze among stones and short but rich grasses. Once slaughtered, a thick cut is chosen, with a good layer of fat, rubbed with salt, crushed pepper, and herbs such as rosemary and juniper. Before going over the fire, it receives a light coating of honey, not to over-sweeten, but to seal the surface and form a dark, shining crust. They say that honey "calms the lamb one last time", though few can say whether this is tradition or merely a cook's excuse.

The preparation takes place in a stone oven or over a firm grill, where the meat roasts slowly, allowing the interior to remain tender while the outside gains colour and texture. During the process, mustard is mixed with the meat's own juices and a little rendered fat, forming a thick, mildly spiced sauce that complements the richness of the lamb. Blackberries or blueberries are heated quickly, just enough to release their juices, creating a bittersweet contrast that accompanies the dish without stealing the spotlight.

Served on a wooden board, the loin is carved into generous pieces, the interior still succulent. Alongside, chunks of locally cured cheese, firm and lightly salted, balance the whole, while the mustard sauce is served in a small bowl, ready to be spread without restraint. The fruits rest around the meat as if gathered on the way to the table. It is a dish that blends rusticity with a certain refinement, and tends to produce a brief silence at the first bite, followed by a tacit agreement that no one present intends to share the last slice.

Crabfort

Crabfort is a coastal fortress on the stormy beaches of Mulier with unpredictable tides, once belonging to the extinct house Blackwell. Today inhabited by only a few soldiers from Hammerhill due to its strategic position. It is said that the last Lord Blackwell went mad, claiming to hear voices and commands whispered by the crabs, making it a mysterious and sinister place.

Hammerhill

Hammerhill, an ancestral city strategically positioned at the rapids of three rivers, is a thriving hub of production and commerce. Under the rule of the influential Fullhomn family, the city is an epicenter of economic activity. Its markets are filled with hides from abundant hunting, ores from nearby mines, high-quality wool from local pastures and excellent timber from its forests. This intersection of natural resources makes it a crucial point in regional trade, driving development and wealth throughout the centuries.

Lake Kiklin

Lake Kiklin is stunning, its dark blue waters hide a wealth of fish variety. Its serenity makes it easily navigable, providing a peaceful experience for the residents of its shores. The eastern part meets the Northunner mountains, with small streams flowing into the lake, adding to its beauty. On the western shore, fertile fields and small villages flourish, using the lake as a vital route for trade and prosperity for the region.

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Sede de administração e poder. O castelo repousa próximo dos penhascos de Collver, o mais moderno e requintado de todo reino de Yorkynn.

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Yorkynn

People & Lands

Kirvarn Castle

Southwest of Yorkynn

Architecture

Captain Oliren Moytt

Food

The Curdenheed Lamb

Crabfort

Hammerhill

Lake Kiklin