The Town Square for Old Ashberg has the feel of an old German town, but with larger streets. Paved with cobblestones throughout the square, and centered on a large gold-plated fountain, a visitor can see most of the landmarks of the town.
A large clocktower on the north end of the Square sits atop the Town Hall, and chimes every prime hour, for some strange reason. Further north lies a large lake that looks like it has no bottom at it's very center. Past the edges of the lake, is a large forest followed by a large mountain range. Who knows what could lie beyond, as there are no real roads through the mountains.
To the south, a road leads gently winding into the Black Forest, where strange creatures are said to dwell. No one goes off that road without severely good reason.
To the East lies a vast plains, with a single lone, but humongous mountain breaking the horizon. The mountain is several hundred miles away, and yet still dominates much of the horizon to the east, speaking of it's sheer immense size. It is said that the peak reaches to the moon itself on certain nights of the year. No one can verify this, as it is such an extreme high, most climbers can only make it one-half of the way up before suffering from lack of oxygen and exhaustion. Lights can sometimes be seen above the clouds, even from Old Ashberg.
To the West lie rolling hills, the largest about a half hour walk from town, and is the home to The Crusty Bucket. The hills continue on for a while, before joining with the Black forest in a seemingly endless blanket.
There is a deep history in the air, and one can feel an ancient weight that dwells in the soil beneath the cobblestones.
A large clocktower on the north end of the Square sits atop the Town Hall, and chimes every prime hour, for some strange reason. Further north lies a large lake that looks like it has no bottom at it's very center. Past the edges of the lake, is a large forest followed by a large mountain range. Who knows what could lie beyond, as there are no real roads through the mountains.
To the south, a road leads gently winding into the Black Forest, where strange creatures are said to dwell. No one goes off that road without severely good reason.
To the East lies a vast plains, with a single lone, but humongous mountain breaking the horizon. The mountain is several hundred miles away, and yet still dominates much of the horizon to the east, speaking of it's sheer immense size. It is said that the peak reaches to the moon itself on certain nights of the year. No one can verify this, as it is such an extreme high, most climbers can only make it one-half of the way up before suffering from lack of oxygen and exhaustion. Lights can sometimes be seen above the clouds, even from Old Ashberg.
To the West lie rolling hills, the largest about a half hour walk from town, and is the home to The Crusty Bucket. The hills continue on for a while, before joining with the Black forest in a seemingly endless blanket.
There is a deep history in the air, and one can feel an ancient weight that dwells in the soil beneath the cobblestones.
