Elf The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

Divine Elf

Arcane Elf

Playable Classes The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

• Arcane Bard
• Barbarian
• Bard
• Beast Master
• Cleric
• Drow
• Druid
• Dwarf
• Elf
• Fighter
• Gnome
• Half-Elf
• Halfling
• Illusionist
• Paladin
• Ranger
• Sorcerer
• Thief
• Wizard
• Wood Elf

Drow The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

Divine Drow

Arcane Drow

Portown Mine The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

Portown Quarry lies just beyond the settlement of Portown, nestled among the rocky coastal bluffs overlooking the Azure Sea a short distance east of Portown. Carved into towering walls of limestone and granite, the quarry has supplied building stone to communities along the southern coast of Keoland for generations. Massive blocks are painstakingly cut from the cliffs before being hauled by wagon to a secluded dockyard tucked beneath the surrounding cliffs, where stout cargo vessels, barges, and coastal traders regularly arrive to load stone for shipment to Saltmarsh, Seaton, and other ports along the Azure Sea. The isolated docks are connected to the quarry by well-worn wagon roads and heavy timber loading platforms fitted with cranes and block-and-tackle systems capable of lifting enormous stone blocks directly into waiting ships.

The quarry itself is a maze of broad terraces, winding roads, and deep excavation pits that descend into the earth. A fortified guardhouse stands at the main entrance, where armed watchmen carefully inspect every wagon and visitor entering the site. Strict safety regulations are enforced throughout the active workings, and only authorized personnel are permitted into the lower tunnels where the richest deposits of limestone and granite are still being extracted. At the docks, harbor laborers and quarry hands work side by side as cargo is carefully inventoried before being loaded aboard merchant vessels. Ships often remain only long enough to take on their stone before sailing with the next favorable tide, making the waterfront a place of constant activity where strangers seldom attract much notice.

Throughout the day, the sounds of creaking rigging, grinding winches, shouting dockworkers, and hammering masons mingle together, making Portown Quarry one of the busiest industrial sites along Keoland's southern coast. Massive wooden cranes, intricate block-and-tackle systems, and teams of powerful draft horses work from dawn until dusk, lifting enormous slabs of stone from the quarry floor while miners labor beneath the towering cliffs in a constant haze of dust. The entire operation is overseen by Harbek Granitefist, a gruff but respected shield dwarf with fiery red hair whose relentless work ethic has earned the admiration of the miners under his command. Harbek demands discipline, rewards hard work, and personally inspects both the quarry and dock operations each day to ensure production and shipments remain on schedule. Despite his success, however, the leaders of Portown have grown increasingly wary of the dwarf. He keeps tight control over the quarry's workforce and boarding houses, rarely allowing outsiders to mingle freely with his employees, and his habit of conducting private business deep within the quarry has fueled whispers that he is hiding far more than valuable stone. Those rumors are closer to the truth than anyone suspects. Far beneath the bustling worksite, beyond abandoned tunnels long thought unsafe, lies a forgotten network of ancient caverns concealed from the eyes of honest laborers.

There, a ruthless smuggling ring uses the quarry as the perfect cover for its darkest trade, imprisoning kidnapped captives until they can be secretly moved under cover of darkness. While legitimate cargo vessels come and go during daylight hours carrying limestone and granite, specially chosen ships slip quietly into the hidden dock after sunset, loading shackled prisoners instead of stone beneath the watchful eyes of corrupt foremen and hired guards. Deeper still rests a hidden shrine where a sinister cult gathers in secret, performing profane rituals far below the noise of picks, wagons, and cargo cranes. To the people of Portown, Portown Quarry remains the source of the region's finest building stone, but beneath its productive exterior lurks an evil that threatens the entire Azure Coast.

Stables The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

The Stables of Portown stand just inside the settlement, where the steady sounds of snorting horses, creaking harnesses, and busy stablehands greet travelers arriving along the High Road. Built from sturdy oak timbers resting upon a low stone foundation, the large stable is practical rather than elegant, with wide double doors opening into a spacious central aisle lined with well-kept stalls. The scent of fresh hay, leather tack, and clean straw fills the air, while wagons and carts occupy a covered shed beside the main barn. Whether a traveler seeks a night's lodging for a prized warhorse or a farmer needs a mule shod before market, the stables serve as one of busiest establishments from dawn until well after sunset in Portown.

The stable caters to a wide variety of visitors, from local farmers and merchants to adventurers passing through on their way to more dangerous destinations. Fresh feed, grooming, shoeing, tack repairs, and veterinary care are all readily available, and the stable maintains a small paddock where horses can stretch their legs after long journeys.

Several riding horses, sturdy draft animals, mules, and the occasional pony are available for purchase or hire, though the finest mounts are often reserved for trusted customers. Travelers who arrive exhausted frequently find that their animals receive just as much attention as they do, for the stable's reputation rests on treating every beast with patience and respect. The establishment is overseen by Jarrett Hayward, a broad-shouldered man in his early fifties whose weathered face speaks of a lifetime spent working around horses. His graying beard is neatly trimmed, and his calm blue eyes seem capable of judging both horse and rider within moments of meeting them. Jarrett is soft-spoken, dependable, and rarely rattled, believing that nervous people only make nervous horses. He has an uncanny ability to calm frightened or injured animals and is widely regarded as one of the finest horsemen in the region. Though slow to trust strangers, he warms quickly to those who treat animals with kindness and honesty. More than simply a place to board livestock, the stables have become an informal gathering place where news from across the Viscounty of Salinmoor often arrives before it reaches the settlement square.

Merchants discuss road conditions while harnesses are tightened, caravan guards exchange tales of bandits and monsters over buckets of water, and adventurers quietly compare maps before setting out into the wilderness. Jarrett seldom gossips, but he listens carefully to every conversation, filing away useful bits of information that may help protect Hommlet. Many visitors leave believing they merely boarded their horses, only to discover later that the stablemaster's quiet advice proved every bit as valuable as a sharp sword or a full purse.

Docks The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

The docks of Portown are the lifeblood of the town, a sprawling maze of weathered wooden piers, creaking wharves, and salt-stained warehouses that stretch into the restless waters of the Azure Sea. Fishing vessels, merchant cogs, and the occasional coastal trader crowd the harbor, their masts swaying gently beneath the cries of gulls and the constant groan of rigging in the sea breeze. The air is thick with the mingled scents of brine, tar, fresh-caught fish, and damp timber, while fishermen mend their nets beside stacks of lobster pots, dockhands haul heavy cargo between ships and storehouses, and sailors barter loudly over wages or cargo.

By day the waterfront bustles with honest commerce, but as dusk settles over the harbor and lanterns flicker to life along the piers, the docks take on a more secretive character. Smugglers, black market traders, and shadowy figures drift between the warehouses and taverns, conducting quiet business beyond the watchful eyes of the town guard, ensuring that the harbor od Portown remains a place where fortunes are earned, secrets are traded, and danger is never far from the tide.

Winston's Store The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

The sign hanging above the door of the adventurers' outfitters, Winston's Store in Portown, reads "Solid Goods at Honest Prices". Inside a strange variety of unusual goods can be found amongst the normal wares, all at outrageous prices. The store is the largest independent shop in town.

Winston arrived in Portown around five years ago with a large chest of gold coins that he invested into his new mercantile business, and he has made a success of things. He is a canny businessman who never knowingly overpays or undercharges. He does business with sailors, adventurers, and those who need "solid goods" as he often says. Winston is known to have a few maps of the local area and those who intend to explore often consult with him for guidance. Winston is tall for a halfling at three-and-a-half feet, and likes to keep his short blonde hair and moustache immaculately trimmed.

He has a flair for the ostentatious, and likes to wear gold jewellery and buttons on his collared jackets. Unlike most halflings he does not go barefoot, but rather wears a pair of expensive, supple leather boots.

Whilst often suggesting ways that the law can be bent for the profit of all, he never seems to overstep the line. Since arriving in Portown, Winston has built a successful business and has become known as the go-to person for anyone wishing to explore the region around Portown.

Winston owns and operates Winston's Store, the large building one passes on their way to the graveyard or temple in Portown. He does business with sailors, adventurers, and citizens looking for solid goods at honest prices, a phrase that he was adopted as the store's motto. Among his wares are maps of the marshes outside of Portown, and those that seek to explore or travel through the area know that the halfling has experience navigating the area and consult him for guidance.

Unbeknownst to the populace, Winston's knowledge of the surrounding region comes from his experience as an outlaw and rogue, the lands around Portown acting as his hunting ground. After a successful raid on an army payroll caravan netted him enough money to open a business, he went straight and opened Winston's Store. With Loyalist and Traditionalist tension rising in town, Winston is on edge from the increased presence of law enforcement in Portown. He worries that his involvement in that fateful heist will come to light, ruining his reputation and livelihood.

GENERAL GOODS & TRAVEL GEAR
Bedroll, simple: 8cp
Crowbar, iron: 7sp
Rope, braided hemp (50 feet): 2sp
Lantern, shuttered: 7sp
Oil flasks (per flask): 2cp
Torch bundle (6): 6cp
Fire Striker Kit: 2sp
Canvas Sack: 4cp
Traveler’s Pack: 3sp
Wooden Bucket: 5cp
Iron Cooking Pot: 1sp
Fishing Net: 4sp
Hammer & Nails: 3cp
Lock & Iron Key: 9sp
Wool Cloak: 4sp

FOODSTUFFS & PROVISIONS
Trail Rations (1 day): 6cp
Smoked Sausage (per link): 2cp
Goat Cheese Wheel: 4cp
Dried Apples (small pouch): 3cp
Pickled Vegetables (jar): 5cp
Oats (per sack): 2cp
Honeycomb (per slab): 4cp
Salted Nuts (small bag): 2cp
Ale, dark stout (mug): 1cp
Cheap Red Wine (bottle): 8cp

CLOTHING & COMMON WEAR
Linen Shirt: 3sp
Traveler’s Boots: 5sp
Heavy Work Gloves: 2cp
Simple Cloak with Hood: 6sp
Commoner’s Outfit: 4sp
Merchant’s Clothes: 9sp
Leather Belt: 1cp
Rain Cape, waxed cloth: 7sp

ADVENTURING SUPPLIES
Iron Spikes (per 10): 5cp
Chalk Sticks (per 5): 1cp
Mirror, polished steel: 6sp
Grappling Hook: 1gp
Waterskin, stitched leather: 3cp
Small Hand Bell: 2sp
Piton Hammer: 4sp
Map Case, leather: 5sp
Herbal Poultice: 8sp
Bandage Roll: 2cp

WEAPONS & HUNTING GOODS (Limited Stock)
Hunting Knife: 4sp
Hand Axe: 6sp
Short Bow: 15gp
Arrows (per 20): 2sp
Wooden Spear: 5cp
Crossbow Bolts (per 10): 1sp
Hunting Trap: 2gp
Leather Shield: 8gp

RARE & LOCKED CABINET ITEMS
Holy Water Flask: 20gp
Silvered Dagger: 30gp
Fine Ink & Quill Set: 1gp
Spyglass: 900gp
Perfumed Oil: 5gp
Antitoxin Herbs: 12gp
Ancient Regional Map: 15gp

Saltmarsh The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

Saltmarsh is a weathered but resilient fishing town perched along the shores of the Azure Sea in the Viscounty of Salinmoor, where the waters of the Kingfisher River spill into the harbor beneath three gentle hills. For generations, its sheltered docks have provided safe anchorage for fishing vessels, merchant cogs, and the occasional naval patrol from Keoland. The town's slate-roofed buildings, timber-framed homes, and narrow cobblestone streets bear the unmistakable marks of salt, wind, and time, giving Saltmarsh an appearance that is both humble and enduring.

Beyond the harbor lie sprawling marshes, dense forests, and rugged coastline, creating a landscape as beautiful as it is unforgiving. Life in Saltmarsh revolves around the sea. Each morning, fishermen venture into the Azure Sea before dawn, returning with their catches to the bustling docks where merchants, innkeepers, and traders eagerly await fresh seafood. Shipwrights, coopers, sailmakers, and chandlers all depend upon the harbor for their livelihoods, while nearby farms and woodland communities supply timber, grain, and livestock to supplement the town's economy.

Although the population numbers only a few thousand souls, visitors are often surprised by the variety of races that call Saltmarsh home. Humans make up the overwhelming majority, but dwarven craftsmen, halfling merchants, and wood elves from the nearby forests have all found a place within the close-knit community.

Despite its peaceful appearance, Saltmarsh is a town divided by competing interests. Longtime residents, proud of their traditions and independence, often find themselves at odds with those who favor stronger royal influence from the Kingdom of Keoland. The elected town council works tirelessly to balance these opposing viewpoints while maintaining order in a settlement that continues to grow in both wealth and strategic importance. Beneath these political rivalries, however, darker forces quietly pursue their own agendas. Smuggling rings operate along the isolated coastline, secretive organizations manipulate local events from the shadows, and whispers persist that foreign agents have infiltrated positions of influence throughout the region.

To outsiders, Saltmarsh appears to be little more than a quiet frontier port where hardworking fishermen and honest merchants go about their daily lives. Yet beneath its respectable exterior lies a land filled with mystery and danger. The surrounding Hool Marshes conceal ancient ruins, monstrous creatures, and forgotten civilizations, while the nearby seas are home to sahuagin, pirates, and other aquatic threats that constantly test the town's defenses. Strange disappearances, haunted estates, hidden coves, and sinister cults have become part of local folklore, ensuring that no matter how tranquil the harbor may seem at sunrise, adventure—and peril—is never far from Saltmarsh's shores.

Lady Glyrthiel The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

Lady Glyrthiel is the cool, impeccably composed elven assistant to Harbek Granitefist and serves as the principal representative between Harbek, Mayor Thranick Karn, and the people of Portown. She negotiates the Portown Mine’s contracts, arranges stone shipments, supervises its workers, and regularly reports the mine’s progress and concerns to the mayor. When official business must be conducted, Glyrthiel often speaks for Harbek and carries the mayor’s decisions back to the mine, making her the trusted intermediary between Portown’s government and one of its most important industries. Most citizens regard her as capable, educated, and diplomatic—far more approachable than the stern and humorless Harbek—although few would call her warm. Her manners are courteous but carefully measured, and her sharp eyes seem to assess everyone she meets. Merchants respect her professionalism, miners know her as a demanding and watchful supervisor, and Mayor Karn values her reliability even though he has begun to wonder whether her absolute loyalty to Harbek conceals more than she admits.

Ruined Tower of Zenopus The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

The last traces of the road vanish beneath stagnant pools and broken flagstones as the marsh slowly reclaims the land. What was once firm earth has become a mire of black water, tangled reeds, and skeletal trees whose lifeless branches reach skyward beneath a perpetually overcast sky. Even in daylight the place feels cloaked in twilight, the heavy clouds swallowing the sun while an unnatural silence settles over the wetlands. The air is cold and damp, carrying the scent of rotting vegetation, stagnant water, and ancient stone left too long to decay. Every step sinks slightly into the saturated earth, and the only sounds are the distant croak of unseen creatures and the soft ripple of water disturbed by something moving just beneath the surface.

Rising from the center of this drowned wilderness stands the Tower of Zenopus. Though battered by centuries of neglect, much of its imposing height still endures, its weathered walls climbing defiantly into the storm-darkened heavens. Cracks split the ancient masonry, while collapsed buttresses and shattered battlements testify to some long-forgotten catastrophe. From broken windows near the upper reaches, a faint emerald glow flickers against the clouds, an eerie light that no hearth or lantern could produce. The tower seems to drink in what little moonlight escapes the clouds, standing like a lonely sentinel over a land that has long since surrendered to ruin.

The hill upon which the tower stands is strewn with the remains of forgotten grandeur. Cracked stained-glass windows lie half-buried beneath moss and mud, their once-brilliant colors dulled by centuries of rain. Weathered gargoyles and shattered statuary protrude from the earth like the bones of some enormous beast, while broken retaining walls and fallen arches hint that the hill was once crowned by gardens and courtyards now swallowed by the marsh. Despite the ruin, there is an unsettling stillness here. No birds nest among the stones.

No animals leave tracks upon the hill. It is as though every living creature instinctively avoids this place. At the foot of the mound, hidden beneath the rubble of an ancient stone bridge, yawns the true entrance to Zenopus's domain. A vaulted passage descends beneath the hill through an old crypt whose weathered masonry predates the tower above. Cold air drifts from the darkness below, carrying the scent of saltwater, mildew, and damp earth. Somewhere far beneath, water drips with slow, measured rhythm, echoing through unseen chambers like the ticking of an ancient clock. The faint green glow from the tower above seems stronger here, bleeding through cracks in the stone and casting ghostly reflections across shallow pools gathered upon the worn steps. As the descent continues, the carefully cut stonework of the tower gives way to far older construction. Massive blocks, worn smooth by unimaginable ages, bear strange carvings whose meanings have been forgotten by every civilized race. Local fishermen whisper that Zenopus merely claimed this lonely hill for his experiments, building atop ruins far older than recorded history.

The corridors are slick with moisture, illuminated only by clusters of pale blue fungi clinging to the ceilings and walls. Their ghostly light reveals flooded passages, broken columns, and symbols that seem to twist when viewed from the corner of the eye, as though the stone itself resists being understood.

The deeper one ventures, the more oppressive the silence becomes. It is a silence broken only by distant skittering, the splash of unseen things moving through flooded tunnels, and the occasional groan of ancient masonry settling beneath the weight of centuries. Here, the boundary between the world of the living and something far older feels perilously thin. Every shadow stretches farther than it should, every whisper seems to linger just a heartbeat too long, and every flicker of lantern light reveals shapes that vanish the instant they are looked at directly.

At the threshold of the lowest vaults, the air turns bitterly cold. The floor glistens with black water that reflects no light, while the darkness ahead seems almost tangible—a veil hanging between the living and whatever secrets Zenopus unearthed beneath his tower. The ruins have stood abandoned for decades, yet they do not feel empty. They feel patient. As you take your first step into the depths, the marsh above falls completely silent, and somewhere far below, something awakens.

Harbek Granitefist The World of Greyhawk & The World of Greyhawk Wiki The current year for our World of Greyhawk campaign is set during 579CY. Inspired By Gary Gygax

Harbek Granitefist is an energetic, flame-haired dwarf with a coarse red beard, unusually long arms, and a slightly hunched posture that makes him appear taller than he first seems. A skilled miner, stoneworker, and shrewd negotiator, Harbek holds the title to the local quarry and has transformed it into a remarkably profitable operation, dramatically increasing its production of granite and limestone while claiming to have uncovered valuable deposits of quartz and gold. Although many villagers consider him humorless, unkind, and somewhat unsettling, others respect his business sense and remember that Harbek and his reclusive clan recently helped defeat a band of slavers, rescue their captives, and restore a measure of safety to the surrounding countryside.