A sombre and mysterious place, the Eerie Downs holds a palpable dread for the folk of the Mark; too well do they know the tales of engulfing fog and voices that whisper words of madness into the ears of travellers lost upon them.
There are many farmsteads around Ostermark. Mercenaries and brigands are drawn to them like moths to the flame as, isolated from society, they are easy meat for looting and pillage. When two warbands dispute the same loot for their own, the farm becomes a battleground, its occupants driven to desperation against two warring foes; such affairs are often bloody and only when all is razed and plundered does the carnage cease.