A lone imperial fortress overlooking the Thornwood Verge — the northernmost garrison of the empire, where legions muster and nobles gamble on which logging expeditions will return.
Crown's Point is less a castle than a fortified town: its walls are built from the ironwood beams of a dozen failed logging camps, its barracks stuffed with legionaries who rotate through tours in the Verge, and its courtyard dominated by a single towering lighthouse that burns amber resin at night to guide caravans through the shifting paths. The commander, General Aric Thorne, is a veteran of three dozen Verge campaigns who openly despises the guilds but takes their coin anyway. He knows what lives in the trees. He knows the fortress may not hold when the forest finally decides to move.