Tales from the Silver Marches
Towering mountains. Dwarven citadels. Enormous glaciers. Barbarian clans. Diverse cities. Untamed wilderness. And hordes of orcs, giants, and dragons that would lay claim over it all….
Welcome to the Silver Marches! Cold, relentless, and unforgiving, haunted by unnamed monsters, continually invaded by hordes of savage humanoids flooding down from the mountains, Faerunians hailing from other regions of the Realms wonder how and why Marchers put up with the unrelenting climate and dangerous fauna of the North. The folk of the Silver Marches are proud and tough, however, carving out a living and defending against repeated attempts to drive them out, unwilling to be driven from their home.
The past three years, giant and troll attacks have increased, the threat of an attack by King Obould Many-Arrows and his legions of orcs, and the machinations of the evil drow of Menzoberranzan in the Underdark is ever present. Last year, to better stand against the forces of evil, High Lady Aulstriel of Silverymoon called the leaders of all the important settlements of the region to council. From this meeting came the High Lady’s Alliance, a confederation of city-states known as the League of the Silver Marches.
Opportunities abound for adventurers in the Silver Marches. The road is dangerous and travellers need protection. Smaller settlements are less well protected than the cities and often require assistance. Information regarding the location, numbers, and activity of humanoids are always welcome to leaders of the Marches. And of course, the Sliver Marches is home to more than its fair share of ruins, tombs and dungeons, filled with dangerous monsters and ancient treasures.