This depressing set includes two detailed examples of the type of rag-tag dwellings one must resort to in times of great desperation. From a tabletop and story point of view however, they offer an excellent place to hide from the town guard, or stage an ambush against an unsuspecting gang leader. Each of the hovels has a removable roof and roof enough inside to fight a cramped, but deadly battle. Alternatively, these hodgepodge dwellings also just look great as scatter terrain in your larger set-ups.Assembled size:
“Tell me Olassa, does it bother you to live in such conditions? You have dedicated your life to healing all those who come to you in need, and yet who has taken the time to help you? No one from town has ever offered you more than a few coppers for saving their lives. I understand that in Dredara healers were treated like kings, yet here, like all the other paupers you don’t know if you’ll eat today.” – Umgy, escaped slave
“Does it bother you Umgy, that you once spent your days in the finest houses in all of Talharia, and were considered a most valuable asset, and now you cannot keep the rain from soaking you in your sleep? We both get far less than we deserve my friend, but in my line of work I have only thankfulness for yet another day, no matter the situation. And tell me truly, would you for a moment go back to your former owners in exchange for a good night’s rest and an overstuffed stomach? Would I go back to the Darkness and the wasteland that Dredara has become? No my friend, I prefer my freedom, even if it means such concessions. Knowing what I know and seeing what I’ve seen, I prefer my leaky roof of cloth than anything that’s come before.” – Olassa, Dredaran exile and healer
The beggars’ hovels that line the walls of Wightwood Abbey are a testament to both the cruelty and the resilience of people. No where left to turn, the desperate that made it to the abbey finally found a place to call home. Among their number are traumatized soldiers, escaped slaves, incorrigible thieves and unlikely saints. The Monks do what they can to make sure starvation does not claim their lives, but other than an opportunity to pray at the chapel and what meagre food can be spared, the residents of the accumulated hovels are on their own to survive.