Vyrnox

Just outside the Asvaldr Academy lies Vyrnox, a town steeped in the strange and stubborn memory of dragons. Once home to the famed trainers and riders who guided the great beasts of Ivenmaw, its streets still whisper of wings that once blackened the skies. The people of Vyrnox carry that inheritance in their blood and in their bones, proud descendants of a bond now severed.

The town reflects this odd heritage. Stonework carved to mimic scales, rooftops sweep like wings mid-flight, and wind-tunnels hum with notes that sound suspiciously like dragon song. Visitors often say the air feels alive in Vyrnox with strange enchantments and a restless kind of energy.

At the town’s heart stands The Thirsty Fawn, a tavern as infamous as it is beloved. Its enchanted tables never allow a mug to empty, refilling themselves with a hum of unseen magic. The trick, of course, is that the bill tallies every refill, leaving more than one drunk traveler with empty pockets by morning. The tavern takes its name from a local fable of a greedy fawn cursed with eternal thirst, a story that lingers in the minds of patrons as they drink, a reminder that indulgence always comes at a cost.

Vyrnox is eccentric, unsettling, and strangely alluring. To the uninitiated, it may feel like stepping into a place caught between past and present, where dragon fire has long gone out but its smoke still curls in every shadow. To its people, though, it is a sacred inheritance. The dragons may have fallen, but Vyrnox refuses to forget.