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The tiny village of Falcon’s Hollow is a small hamlet surround by wild frontier. The village sits quietly in the shadow Droskar’s Crag, and the people there are as hard -edged as that mountain. Tough of body and mind. They toil endlessly to eek out an existence in the face of constant adversity from the wilds and from within town itself. A few seasonal festivals and a rare merchant caravan arriving are the only breaks in their daily grind.
Uncaring Lumber Barons own the whole of the town and form The Lumber Consortium, charging rent to all the businesses they allow to be run in the town. The rent always seems to be just enough that the business ‘owners’ just manage to make enough to live on and, if very careful save a small amount for the future or some sort of luxury. No one gets wealthy here except the Lumber Barons.
The Barons employ most of the town and are constantly looking for more loggers to work the forests. The loggers pay is small and all the businesses in town seem to be designed to milk that pay from them to re-line the Barons’ pockets while also milking the general populace also.
When problems arise the townfolk always need to rely on themselves to solve them, while the Lumber Barons turn a deaf ear to their pleas.
Now the harsh and hacking cough of disease is spreading through the town, echoing in the streets. The plague is nigh in Falcon’s Hollow and the town’s leaders can’t be bothered to stop it.
A local herbalist named Laurel has been attempting to help the sick and even the local clerics are recommending that the victims’ families go to her to seek a remedy.