powered by FreeFind index sitemap

This moor is a rolling desolation of stunted scrub that reaches from the desert to the Graypeaks, named for its isolation from civilized areas. This stretch of moors is wilderness territory, a land of scavengers and savages, leucrotta, and more deadly creatures. While the outskirts of the moor are relatively dry, pools of water become more commonplace as one travels to its heart. The Zhentarim have made the moor a stopping point for their caravans for years, secure in the knowledge that few of their enemies would travel into the swamp to attack them. The Zhents must also have made a deal with the Beast Lord, as few caravans emerging from the Lonely Moor seem to have been the target of attack.