Dragonstead

Amidst a forgotten kingdom in ruin, a kingdom of sand now ruled by the elements, a lush valley still remains as testament to a former glory. The Tadloton valley lies nestled between craggy mountaintops, safe in this bunker from the blight that stretched the continent. Few venture through the wasteland to find this valley, but those who do are met by the fertility reminiscent of the olden days.
The town of Tadloton, located at the center of the Tadloton valley, was once a well ordered, civil place, now a wild western front. Home to all sorts, the rich and powerful, the poor and meek, the peaceful, the mischevious, and the thief. Long gone are the rule of the Count and the Mayor; the king has long since died and his castle crumbled. The new king is the populace itself, dispensing its spontaneous forms of justice.
The few who still remember the old days, tell tales of the heroes who emerged at the threat of the legions of undead, brought forth by the wizard Xanadael. Most of these heroes have since died, yet a few remain, using their wealth and fame to influence the town as unofficial rulers who have little interest in the day-to-day matters of Tadloton's townsfolk.
One hero of note is the gruff Dwarf known as Glifdore. Proven mighty in the battles against Xanadael, this Dwarf gained enough prestige to buy up most of the town. His lot, which is commonly referred to as 'old town' has been cleared of most dwellings save for Cathedral of the Divinity, the smithy, the mercenary guild, and the beloved Dragonstead Tavern and Inn, which draws many from the outer regions to a warm meal and a cozy bed...

the heart and hearth of Tadloton