This small farming village is one of many that shelter on forest edges or nestle in foothills around the edge of the Dessarin. It is mainly famous as home to the Ghost of Neverwinter Wood. Conyberry itself is nothing more than a dozen or so houses standing in a cluster on the eastern edge of Neverwinter Wood. 

Conyberry itself is nothing more than a dozen or so houses standing in a cluster on the eastern edge of Neverwinter Wood. Adjoining farms spread out to the east and south, divided by a cart track that runs to distant Triboar.

The folk of Conyberry cut trees from the wood as needed. They hunt  in the fringes of the wood, and snare rabbits and the like in the grassy plains south of their farms. They also grow crops to feed themselves, and to trade with any travelers who come their way. They are largely self-sufficient, needing to purchase only linens and finished clothing from peddlers. At night, the farmers take turns keeping watch from the rooftops of their homes. They arm themselves with scythes, daggers, swords, and crossbows. They are very good shots

Although trolls and brigands lurk in the hills to the south of Conyberry, skirting the hills is the fastest way from the interior to the coast. Because of this, there is a steady passage of travelers, except in the harshest winter months. Harsh winter conditions are known as .wolf weather. in Conyberry, because the wolves grow hungry and come down to the village to raid for food.

Conyberry has a smithy of sorts, several rough-and-ready carpenters, a person who can fix harnesses and tend to minor equine and livestock injuries, and two brewers who ferment their own horrible beer.

People of Coneberry

Arms. Martin is an ex-adventurer looking only for a way to increase his hoard of treasure. Treahugh Greiko (CN hm F6) was a ranger who tracke large monsters that ran loose and untamed throughout the North. He was generally hired by big-city, well-to-do men who wanted to prove their physical prowess by killing something big, nasty, and venomous. Most of the time, he was successful in keeping his employers alive in spite of themselves, but not always. About 10% of his customers never made it back to their well-to-do lives. He once helped a merchant from Mirabar hunt down the fabled Mielikkar in the High Forest. He had never heard of the creature, but for some reason, he felt slightly uneasy about the excursion. The money was good.too good, for he ignored his gut feeling. The two (as well as the seven bearers) tracked the footsteps of the beast until their target was in sight. The merchant aimed at the beast with a crossbow that should have been called a ballista and let go a bolt. The concussion from the discharge knocked the small man to the ground. The bolt whistled through the air, piercing the Mielikkar in the heart, killing it.

As the beast quivered in its death throes, Treahugh realized the wrong he had committed against Mielikki and fell to the ground. He ripped off his clothes, yanked the hair from his head, and sobbed. No longer did he possess a close tie to his deity, and no longer did he possess the powers granted by her nearness. After lamenting for seven days, the ragged, halfstarved and dehydrated Treahugh walked from the High Forest to Conyberry, where he bought an empty storefront. His love for animals still causes the broken heart in his chest to beat, and not having them near him would have shattered what is left of his spirit. He opened the store as a clinic for ailing creatures, and he still has an incredible rapport with all the animals that enter his door.


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