These ruins are old enough that no one even has a name for them anymore. On several very old maps there are markings that translate to “fort” or “fortification” at this location, but nothing more. If it were any further south it would be completely overrun with trees and growth by now, but on the cold plains of the north, it sits on a wind-swept hill, lonely and slowly collapsing.
The crumbling remains of the main tower is the occasional home for a hill giant that doesn’t fit in with his kin. A clever creature, it is a sort of nomadic sage that has lived several normal hill giant lifetimes and is occasionally sought out by hill giants, ogres, and even adventurers for its knowledge of the region and of giant…
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