The Misted Fjord
South of the northern ice, where the Singing Sea reaches into the mountains: deep inlets, towering cliffs, waterfalls and dense forest under permanent mist. The Fossegrim live here, make musical instruments, and would very much like to teach you.
The Land
A land of stark contrasts, where cold sea water meets warm temperate forest and produces the fog it is named for. The inlets run deep enough that a ship can sail into the mountains; the cliffs above them carry waterfalls that drop further than most Faeries will ever fly.
East is the open water of the Manywaters, and north of that the ice of the Boreal Shards. West lies Edelweiss.
The Fossegrim
Generally held to be the comeliest of the Dwarven tribes, a judgement they neither dispute nor dwell on. Their only serious craft is instrument-making, because music is the thing they actually care about.
They do not merely want an audience, they want students, and will press lessons on any visitor who stands still. The Fossegrim regard a person who cannot play as an unfinished piece of work, and their hospitality has a curriculum attached.
Encounters
Roll d100. Cold water, warm forest, and fog between them. Nothing here announces itself. CR is scaled to Faerie size — see Challenge by Size.
| d100 | Encounter | CR |
|---|---|---|
| 01–09 | 1d4 Fossegrim who have decided you require a lesson and will not be dissuaded | — |
| 10–16 | 1 fjord boat working the inlet, crew of 2d6, glad of company and short of hands | — |
| 17–23 | 2d6 springtails on the wet forest floor, turning needle litter | 0 |
| 24–29 | the fog closes; the far cliff sings, and nobody on the boat agrees what with | — |
| 30–35 | 1d3 jumping spiders in the dripping moss, watching the path | 1 |
| 36–41 | 1d4 water striders owning the surface of a still inlet, and charging across it | 2 |
| 42–47 | rockfall off a wet cliff into deep water, and a boat directly beneath it | — |
| 48–53 | 1d4 backswimmers hanging under the film of a fjord-head pool | 2 |
| 54–59 | 1d2 diving beetles in a cold shallow — and they fly between shallows at night | 4 |
| 60–65 | 1d3 newts in the cascade pools, slow and poisonous | 5 |
| 66–71 | 1 atlas moth carrying freight up the fjord after dark, silent and enormous | 5 |
| 72–76 | 1d2 fishing spiders running across open water | 9 |
| 77–81 | 1d2 frogs on the falls-side moss | 9 |
| 82–86 | 1 crayfish in the cold shallows — a landholder, technically, and it has been to court | 10 |
| 87–91 | 1 bat hunting the fog by sound, for which fog is no obstacle | 10 |
| 92–94 | 1 kingfisher off the inlet, taking you from the surface without slowing | 14 |
| 95–96 | 1d2 garter snakes working the tideline | 18 |
| 97–98 | 1 goose on the fjord water, territorial to a degree with no explanation | 21 |
| 99–00 | 1 heron in the shallows, motionless for an hour — and then not | 24 |