Riverrun was once the beating heart of Tugdor ā a thriving trading hub where the Bloodstone River ran wide and deep. Its docks were filled with vessels of every kind, carrying goods between Tugdor and Togmar and out toward the Southern Sea.
It was also a place of craft. Riverrunās workshops built and maintained the ships that kept Tugdor connected, and generations lived by the steady rhythm of the river.
For years, that rhythm never faltered.
Then the diggings at Crimson Peak began.
As soon as Tugs pushed back against the Togs, everything escalated.
As the Togs cut off their supplies in envy, Riverrun fell unusually quiet.
This is when the Togs retaliated. As the Tugs' supplies ran low and their defences weakened, the Togs drilled further into Crimson Peak.
The water ran slightly warmer, the current slowed in places, and some stretches grew shallower during the hotter months.
But the changes did not stop.
As the excavation deepened, heat spread through the land. The river began to recede, its flow weakening with each passing season. Channels that once carried ships narrowed into streams, then into cracked red earth.
Now, boats lie stranded where they were last moored, and docks stretch out into emptiness. The great workshops still stand, but their purpose is fading.
Trade has slowed, and what once flowed freely must now move over land ā slower, riskier, and uncertain. The connection to the Southern Sea is slipping away.
Some believe the river will return when the mountain settles.
Others watch the drying banks and wonder if it is not retreatingā¦ but being taken.
If it vanishes entirely, Riverrun will not fall in fire or war.
It will simply be left behind.
