Redmoor: Lore and Information

Welcome to Redmoor, adventurers—day 10 of the Crimson Eclipse, same old red sky you’ve seen a dozen times. You’re in the Red Ember Tavern, a weathered joint in the Emberfall Steppes, swapping laughs after dropping five goblins—little pests from a portal, nothing new. Ruthar’s your stomping ground: humans hustle and scrap, immortal dwarves bang out steel, long-lived elves lurk in the woods. The Eclipse is just background noise—portals spit trouble every red month, and you’ve handled it before. A trapper stumbles in, mumbling something off before keeling over. Then three orcs bust through, branded with weird runes—not your typical snarlers.Another day in Redmoor—grab a drink, or poke at this?