A series of slick rock ledges winds precariously downward, flanked by sheer drops and treacherous footing. At the base, where the river slows into a murky basin, a series of half-submerged caves yawn open like ancient jaws. Damp air clings thickly here, reeking of fish, mud… and something fouler.
The largest cavern shows signs of habitation: crushed bones, claw marks on stone, and deep gouges carved by something massive and angry. Locals whisper of Old Crackjaw, a monstrous river beast with more scars than scales and a taste for anything foolish enough to trespass near its lair.
In summer, the water glistens deceptively calm under the sun — a lure for unsuspecting prey. In winter, mist hangs low over the inlet, and ice clings to the cliffs, making the descent even more treacherous.
Old Crackjaw’s Den offers Dungeon Masters a deadly and cinematic location for aquatic encounters, perilous navigation, or myth becoming reality. Whether your players seek a bounty, revenge, or answers, one truth looms large:
Whatever lives here… is used to feeding.
