A swift-flowing river cuts through the forest here, its broad banks attesting to the spring swells that must see it double in size. Spanning the current is an old stone bridge encrusted with moss. A gatehouse stands at the bridge’s far end, and beyond it you can see the crumbling remains of what must once have been a great keep.
The Ruined Keep has stood watch over the banks of the Swiftwater River as long as anyone in the Welkinwood can remember, a testament to the bygone kingdom of the north. When monsters began to spill out of the ruins and prey on the forest’s denizens, a band of adventurers ventured into the keep’s depths to put a stop to the evil. They succeeded, but at the cost of two of their own—the wizard Yenril and Thoeak the Blessed were both slain in the depths, their bodies never recovered. The survivors, the mercenary Carraway Blackshield and the bard Alistair Creed, returned laden with both treasure and sorrow. That was thirty years ago.