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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 3530046" data-attributes="member: 11520">Fendragon"Well, let's see where to start. The first so called 'Lord of Fendragon Hall' perhaps? He was a human, perhaps of Wheelander stock, but I think perhaps he was from further away, maybe from Waveborne Hold, it was generations ago and the stories very. Anyway, the fellow showed up here with a chest full of coin looking to make a home for himself and claiming nobility. A landless lesser child or some such. Most think he was a pirate looking to go legit. There weren't so many humans here in those days. He asked the locals about available land. They told him of a place in the swamp where their was some dry land. He translated the name of the places as Fendragon, but I think 'cursed lizard of the swamp' might have been a more accurate take on it." He pauses for wine and continues, clearly beginning to warm to the story. "It seems the locals didn't much trust this fellow, and so had sold him on a piece of land that they avoided. The oblong main island was shaped vaguely like the body of a lizard or dragon with promenences not unlike legs. There was another much smaller island were a head might be and a string of small tufts of land curving off in the other direction like a tail. He set to work turning his gold into drainage channels, dikes, ramparts and even a wooden palasade though in those days he was unlikely to suffer attack here. I must assume he thought enemies from his past might find him. He really must have had quite a pot full of gold. He married a fair daughter of a local farmer of some standing in high style and settled down to making children. He died within 10 years of a fatal wyven sting when a group of workers he was supervising accidentally stired up a nest of the foul things as they cleared one of the little tufts of land in the 'tail'. He really must have had quite a chest of coins for the family continued on for several generations trying to make a go of the place, dike building, pumping and farming. The old wooden house burned and they hauled in stone for a bigger place, but the weight of it sank it into the soil within another couple of generations and they still had money to burn. Dwarven engineers were called in and a new more elaborate manor was built over the old. It is a dark and brooding place. Lots heavy stone. It sits on stone peers sunk deep into the soft earth and these keep the stone cool. In the warm humid air of the fen there is constant condinsation inside and out giving the place an appearance of tears flowing. Finally they had raised enough land about the place to raise decent crops of sugar cane, tobacco along with meat, vegetables and fruit to feed the family and the workers." He takes a dramatic pause to light a cigar as the meal is by now finished. "Then of course came the plague. The family seems to suffer particularly unfortunate mutations and changes, with some becomming maddened beast like horrors, while many others died and rose to become undead. The family line was wiped out and many of the laborers as well. By the time the waves of plague had left Tregere the swamp was well on its way to reclaiming the place. I think your lad Chandar has some knowledge of the place. He and his rangers went there a couple of times to defeat the beastial horrors and undead during and just after the plague."</blockquote>

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