Kestrelstrommen's* people were content to farm the countryside, living simply, supplying neighboring regions with food. A small flying school also found a home here, and it was not an uncommon sight to see giant eagles soaring above the idyllic fields. It was by all accounts a peaceful, almost laconic village. The Storm King's second attack changed all that.
The Black Tide - an undead army that had followed the Storm King across the sea - beached south of Kestrelstrommen and marched north, destroying everything in it's path. Although a few managed to flee, most were caught and turned by the army.
Since the Tempest, Kestrelstrommen has been resettled, largely by those who managed to flee, but it is a city that is no longer at peace, even with itself. On moonless nights, those that died to the Black Tide rise again, and so the village is ever-watchful. Thankfully though, possibly because of the nature of those that live there, or in testament to Kestrelstrommen's long history of humility, the risen do not always pose a threat. More than once the alarm has been rung only to find the undead wielding plough and hoe instead of shield and sword, doing in undeath what they loved doing in life, working the fields of Kestrelstommen.
* /kĕs · trəl · sträm' · mən/
The Black Tide - an undead army that had followed the Storm King across the sea - beached south of Kestrelstrommen and marched north, destroying everything in it's path. Although a few managed to flee, most were caught and turned by the army.
Since the Tempest, Kestrelstrommen has been resettled, largely by those who managed to flee, but it is a city that is no longer at peace, even with itself. On moonless nights, those that died to the Black Tide rise again, and so the village is ever-watchful. Thankfully though, possibly because of the nature of those that live there, or in testament to Kestrelstrommen's long history of humility, the risen do not always pose a threat. More than once the alarm has been rung only to find the undead wielding plough and hoe instead of shield and sword, doing in undeath what they loved doing in life, working the fields of Kestrelstommen.
* /kĕs · trəl · sträm' · mən/