Haverford

Haverford used to be little more than a roadhouse situated at the main crossing over the Coldrun River before Alistair Creed and Carraway Blackshield turned it into a destination spot for adventuring in the Welkinwood. In its heyday, Haverford was home to over 1,000 souls, which is when the bridge over the Coldrun was built. Since then, Haverford’s population has slowly dwindled to just over 600, and life in the village has been relatively quiet—up until the recent attacks. Now, in the course of a single month, Haverford’s population has nearly doubled as hunters, loggers, and homesteaders from across the Welkinwood have flooded into town, seeking the refuge of its hastily erected walls. The influx of people has overwhelmed the town’s capacity, and refugees have started squatting in common rooms, warehouses and cellars, or simply erecting makeshift hovels that spill out into the street. It’s almost impossible to walk through town without being jostled by refugees, sniped at by residents, and assaulted by the stench of refuse. Between the overcrowded conditions and the perpetual fear of another attack by the Terror, tensions in Haverford are running high

Haverford

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