Perched high upon the slopes of Mt. BlackFeather, the Hobbo Fellowship village clings to stone and wind with quiet purpose. Built for endurance rather than comfort, its structures rise from the mountain as if shaped by it.

At the highest point stands The Throne of the Crow, overlooking all below in solemn silence. Nearby rises Aandeg’s Tower, a lone watch of stone and shadow, from which the Keeper of the Peak maintains constant vigil.

Below the summit rests Spit’s Hut, marked by cured hides and reinforced leatherwork, its walls bearing the scent of oil and weathered skin. Further along the path stands Delasorcereer’s House, warm with hearth-fire, where prayer, cooking, and brewing bind the Fellowship together. Not far from it lies Boru’s Home, modest and precise, its arrows stored carefully and its bow always within reach.

The village speaks softly. Wind carries more than voices ever do.
Here, each dwelling serves a purpose — and together, they endure.