The grounds are divided into three distinct sections, each humming with purpose. In the west, a covered stall displays finished weapons and tools, while a side workshop houses delicate instruments for refining fine details — from ornate dagger hilts to engraved armor plates. This is where customers come, coins change hands, and craftsmanship is judged at a glance.
The central yard is the forge’s blazing heart: bellows roar, anvils ring, and sparks fly as iron meets flame. Thick stonework and heavy timber shelter the heat, while racks of raw materials and half-finished weapons line the walls in organized chaos. It is here that metal becomes memory.
To the east, the clamor softens. A modest living space stands, quiet and warm, with sturdy furniture, a hearth of its own, and signs of a life lived in dedication — blades hung with reverence, and soot-stained boots by the door.
In summer, the forge breathes freely under an open sky. In winter, snow piles high along the walls while smoke and steam rise defiantly into the cold. Regardless of season, Eydur’s Flame never cools for long.
Eydur’s Flame offers Dungeon Masters a grounded, versatile location for trades, secrets, or unexpected conflict — where the hammer’s song may signal peace… or war.
