The town of Kingsmeet sits on a natural ford in the Edanu. In the times of the Desh and Moorish, when the river marked the edge of each tribe’s territory, Kingsmeet was where the King’s and wayleaves of each would meet to settle old grudges, end wars, and infrequently start new ones.
The town is famous for a few reasons:
It marks a crossroads. The road heading north leads to the moors and to the border town Raethmoor. To the east the road follows the river, eventually leading to Queenstown and the coastal road south. A little used road runs west to the Drakebacks, where it is lost in those mountains. It once led through a pass to the Wick Holdings.
An old track also winds south into the great forest of Slateleaf, where it once connected various small mines . The rocks were thought stripped bare long ago, and the track is now only rarely used.
Kingsmeet is supposedly the mortal birthplace of the Green Lady, and her patronage is said to be what gives the field around Kingsmeet such a bountiful harvest every year. Orchards supply fruit, wine and cider, the fields supply grain and beer, and the local meadows and nearby forest supply lamb and rabbit, honey and mead aplenty.
At the centre of the town, on the same square as the main temple of the Host, sits a small nondescript well. The stonework is old, but mirrors some corners of the town.
The well has enough freshwater to quench the thirst of everyone in the town. This is true whether in the cold winter months or during the busy midsummer market days and various festivals. The well never seems to contain more water, but if hundreds of more mouths appear in town if also never seems to contain any less.
It is unknown who created it,or how this effect is maintained.
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