The Crossroads Village of Fallin' Green Traveler, have you explored the Perennial Coast? Many a ship sails along, and many of these share one thing: Where they were build, plank by plank. At the mouth of a small river at the coast, where it flushes over some sandbanks into the sea, lies the small shipyard village of Fallin' Green. Coming from the sea you probably first would see some green hills, not very high, that block the view into the land. Atop of the highest an impressive keep. Coming nearer you realize the first hill is a small island of itself, home for some larger building. Starboard of it – to the right, for the lubbers around – you finally discover buildings on the flat land. Flanked by a small lighthouse that guides visitors like you to the land. Before it, in the open waters, often some tail ship anchors, seemingly guarding the entrance to the river. In reality, it set anchor long ago, and has found a safe place to stay. The shipyard that fuels this place, and where many a ship first felt the water, is directly behind. Calmed by some sandbanks the waters of the river and the sea mix in an widened area that nearly resembles a small lake. At its sandy, beach-like shore you see the typical signs of ship docks. Along it, to the side of the lighthouse, the dock workers live in small but neat row homes. Some larger houses probably mark the homes of foremen, crafters and merchants. And the inevitable tavern, where the days end with an ale or two. More into the land the village displays its nicer sides. When you walk across the village square, you first find a small public garden. While it is a place for recreation and planting, a merchant displays his wares in the open. If he is not looking after passing girls, that is. But he still seems to make his coins, as the taverner still greets him and pours him an ale. Further on you come to a nice place with a mighty statue of Sequanna, the Titan of Love, and a statue of a bear. Surrounded by smaller and larger homes of the local haute voulée this is the core of old Fallin' Green. Crossing the small bridge you can climb the hill that leads to the keep you already discovered from the sea, the keep of the Duke of the Mended Flute, sitting high above the village and the waves. Quiet it is, in general. And not that green between the buildings. So what is this village about, where did it get its name? Ask one of its inhabitants, and you will hear stories about proud ships build, tall ships sailing the seas around Novia. Much wood is needed to build such a ship, many a tree fell for its glory. Falling green, that over time became the name of this village. A lasting memory and tribute to the countless trees that wandered into the ever wood-hungry shipyard. So many, that now none is left in the vicinity of the village, and the trunks had to be transported over longer and longer distances. But this is history, tales of times past. The danger and darkness that creeps over the land also devastated trade and transport on the sea, and ended the flow of orders for new ships. Not even the Lord and the Priestess of Ardoris, whose administrations often relied on the proven ships of Fallin' Green, seem to care for extension of their crumbling fleets anymore. Nevertheless, the sea is the center of the life here. Fishermen bring in her daily catch, and many a day you can hear the shanties sung, the songs of the people living by, and living on the sea. The people of Fallin' Green. Now you want to visit Fallin' Green, coming from the land? Then, wanderer, guide your steps to the vibrant city of Ardoris. Just as you pass the outer gate, before even the small bridge, you find the covered wagon that directly brings you to the heart of the village. Welcome, we look forward to hear your tales!