Wroat

"Wroat, a great walled city, surrounds the shores of the Howling River, just a few miles east of where the Howling River meets the Dagger River. The city was built in a place where the river widens, so that the city lines not only both banks but also occupies an island that the city founders constructed in the middle of the river. Brokenblade Castle, the Citadel, and the walls and bridges of the city can be seen from a great distance, and while Wroat isn’t as spectacular as Sharn, it makes an impression on all who come to visit or trade."

Wroat might not have Sharn’s population or its floating towers, but it is still an impressive city in its own right. Wroat and its environs occupy the banks on either side of the Howling River, a tributary of the Dagger River. A steep wall encircles the city, wrapping around and crossing over the slow-moving waters as they wend westward to join the Dagger River. At the river’s center stands an artificial island from where the king rules the city and the kingdom, ensconced in the magnificent fortress known as Broken blade Castle.

Humans and gnomes live here in the greatest numbers, along with significant populations of elves and khoravar. Representatives of all the other races are present as well. As Breland’s capital, Wroat welcomes visitors from all over the continent. All dragon marked houses have emporiums in the city, and House Medani runs its entire industry from here. The house’s leader has a long and well-known friendship with the king and lends his house’s service to protect the crown from spies and assassins.

Built on both sides of the Howling River at a point where the river widens, the ancestral seat of the rulers of Breland seduces visitors with its tree-lined avenues, elegant drawbridges, cleanliness, and laid-back atmosphere. Perched on a rocky island in the middle of the river, surrounded by military docks and barracks, is Brokenblade Castle, the king’s stern fortress.

In contrast to its welcoming countenance, Wroat casts dark shadows, and much goes on quietly behind closed doors. The absence of beggars and riffraff in the streets might also raise suspicion that Wroat is putting on appearances. The King’s Dark Lanterns are ever vigilant here, and newcomers who aim to misbehave tend to disappear quickly and without so much as a whisper.