Nestled between the noxious bog-lands and the inscrutable granite column known as the Devil's granite column (TM) gently and inevitably lies the town of Grundleshire. A sweltering bundle of off color real estate, Grundleshire is far from utopian. For centuries it has teetered on the brink of civil collapse as its population is an immoral collection of murderers and thieves, including, and especially the ruling families. They exploit the peasantry without mercy, locked in political and literal combat with each other for dominance. It's a creepy and smelly place not fit for consideration by good, god fearing, gentlefolk.