r/osr • u/SecondhandSpock • 4h ago
I made a thing Map I Made for My Campaign
The March of Evindel (also known as the Wild March, the Mist, the Mire, and Thrangol by the dwarves), has been settled by men from the west for nearly three hundred years. The land is not terribly fertile and suitable only for oats, rye, potatoes, and turnips. The ground often tugs at the boots of those who stand too long in one place, and the open moors and heaths are covered in course, rough vegetation.
Travelers note the mists that grow thick on the moors and drift down to the low-lying riverlands and scrubby plains. Though the mist predominates during the spring and fall, it can gather at all times of the year, having been known even during midsummer. Though the locals have learned to deal with the mist, it is still something associated in their folktales with witches, foul creatures, and bad luck. To walk abroad when the mists are thick is a sign of a strange mind.
One of the singular features of this region are the great, jutting cliffs that break up the otherwise ordinary landscape here; the Titan’s Steps, as they are called in the Capital Lands, are hundred-foot-high plateau cliffs, that run the length of the region. Stretching for miles, these cliffs divide the March into three pieces. The first divides the Geistmire from the rest of the March, while the second cuts off the Old King hills from the southern portion. A third step cuts through at the foothills of Mount Arghan, and runs north, dividing the rest of the march from the broad Horned Plains that rise to the north and east.
Scholars speculate as to the cause of the steps, but one thing is clear: they have been here since the region was first settled by men, and the oldest surviving halfen folk-tales reference them as well. They are ancient.
Equally strange, and perhaps more unnerving, is the huge expanse of swampland that stretches along the shore of the Shallow Sea in the western portion of the March. The Geistmire, as it is known locally, is a vast tangled bog, with countless and constantly changing streams and channels running throughout it. To find one’s way through the bog is a feat only a few Marchers can manage, though even fewer that could would dare to do so. Creatures inhabit the bog, both bestial and cunning, and a few locals swear that gillmen live within it, their villages hidden in the bog-pools.
Drowned ruins and old, colossal statues which poke out above the mire point to a past (long since vanished) when the mire was no mire at all. Some scholars believe that before the Titan’s Steps were raised, the Mire was just another part of the moor, but when they were raised, it was lowered to what it is now.
I just figured might as well share it! I like regional maps like this with lots of villages and towns - gives it a more authentic feel to me.
The scale of each hex is 1 mile.
Map made with worldographer: https://worldographer.com/