the City of Fang

The small city of Fang is a secluded independent Daroon settlement; located in the Forbidden Hills region of the Far East.

Fang is a small rural city of no small wealth ruled over by the powerful local Baron named Sukumvit Charavask. The city is located in the province of Chiang-Mai in far northwestern Kurand. Fang is nestled in the Charavask Mountains; a series of jagged peaks within the Forbidden Hills region.

The city has always made a convenient stopover for river traders and passengers throughout most of the year and that trade has brought a steady source of income to Fang. However, the city's current wealth and infamy is also due to its prized Deathtrap Dungeon; that has long attracted adventurers and thrill-seekers from across the Continent of Corwyn, and even the entire world of Oris.


The city of Fang began life hundreds of years of ago as a small town within the realm of the mighty Lost Empire of Shang-Zhou. After the collapse of that great nation, during the War of the Three Rings, some of the old provinces began to re-establish themselves as autonomous regions. One of those was Chiang-Mai, with the City of Fang as its capital. Chiang-Mai's southern border is the River Kok itself, with what locals term "Old Kurand" starting on the other side of the river. To the north, the province is limited by the mighty Forbidden Hills, whose in-hospitality holds little attraction for the Baron.

Fang has grown steadily from the trade that runs along the river. In only recent times, Fang was still considered by most as a large town rather than a city. The river has always brought a steady source of trade income to Fang, with small ships and barges passing up and down the River Kok from Zhengys, twenty days upstream to the east, all the way to the ocean and its coastal cities in the west. Also, the Horses bred in the surrounding province of Chiang-Mai have long been highly sought after, thus the bi-annual Horse markets attracted people from all over northern Kurand.


The Trial of Champions:

A number of years ago things began to change when the current Baron Sukumvit Charavask succeeded his father; Arkat Charavask. His yearning for wealth, reputation and power was too great to be content with the steady nature of Fang's trading economy. Thus, the idea for a great spectacle came to him. One that would attract people from all over northern Kurand to either partake in, or to watch. The Deathtrap Dungeon was built to service this idea and the Trial of Champions was born. This Trial would involve contestants entering the labyrinthine dungeon, built in the hill behind Fang, with the aim being to come out alive via the only exit. This dungeon was filled with all manner of traps and monsters, designed to test to the limit the wits and weapon skill of those competing. The options for contestants were either to win or to die. To balance this ultimate risk was the glorious reward of 10,000 Gold Pieces and the freedom of Chiang-Mai forever. Suffice it to say that the interest generated by the Trial attracted attention from all over Kurand. The wealth and reputation that the Baron had sought soon followed, and surpassed even his expectations.

Once a year the river is crammed with boats as people arrive from hundreds of miles around hoping to see a victor in the Trial of Champions. Preparation for the Trial Festival begins months in advance as the town is decorated and tents and dining halls are erected. The last week of Sowing finds the people of Fang in wild celebration. The city is alive with music, dancing, acrobats and merriment of all varieties. Mighty warriors and heroes, who will be competing in "The Walk" as many affectionately call the Trial, wander the streets of Fang, wearing the famed violet scarf which silently proclaims their status. They are treated like demi-gods by the people of the city. Those that falsely wear the violet scarf are liable to be stoned to death. The contestants are also housed in special luxurious guesthouses with wonderful food and four-poster beds, not realizing that they are more akin to farm animals being fed up prior to their slaughter than members of the Celestial Court. The air is filled with the smell of feasts being prepared, and copious amounts of drink are consumed. This intoxicating mixture of song, drink, dance and laughter continues unabated until the trumpets sound at Glantanka's awakening on the first day of Winds. The crowds then throng to the mighty pillars of the Dungeon labyrinth to see the brave challengers enter.

During the last two weeks prior to "The Walk" the Baron's court sorcerer works in tandem with the priests of Myrival, the goddess of oceans/rivers, and Ixion, the goddess of winds, to work enchantment upon the River Kok and upon the wind from the ocean. Their aim is to slow down the flow of the river from Fang downstream to the ocean. The reason for this is simply to allow as many people to get to the Festival as possible. The journey to the ocean is normally around twenty days. However, with the mixture of the increased wind speed from the ocean, and the slowing down of the river's flow, passage only takes four days upstream from the ocean.

For the rest of the year life is quieter, and trade returns to normal along the river, although a significant proportion of our income has been made in those two short weeks. Much of the Baron's wealth, outside of that generated by the Trial, comes from the river taxes imposed on the traders. I will admit that the effect of the Trial has been quite phenomenal, and despite the gruesome nature of the event it has served the people of Fang well. The Baron's tax toll keeps the wealth of the population in check, but they live well by Kurandian standards. Many merchants would not have half the things they have in their emporiums without the city's attraction of foreign merchants.


In its history, the Dungeon has never been defeated. But this has not dimmed its popularity, as each time it has come close tobeing beaten the Baron has reinvented it. Now, it is more lethal than ever.

Map of the City:

A Detailed map of the city of Fang can be found Here.

Fang Today:

Fang itself thrives, but the population of the city has increased as the promise of easy-to-come-by wealth seeps into the surrounding lands. Unfortunately, for those who come here they find the rumors are somewhat exaggerated, and Fang has now got a significant population of beggars.


For work the best place to visit is the Dockside. Places such as Dwight's Wharf may offer employment that can be found in the warehouses, or on passing ships and barges. Hubba Thangfane is among the best people to speak to for prospects of employment.



For those wanting to travel from here, the best way is via the River Kok, although there are routes across the land to Zengys and also to the west. Alternatively, the more adventurous can cross the river via the ferry to the northern boundaries of the Pagan Plains, but I would not recommend this to the inexperienced travelers among you.

Although the overland trade route from Zhengys to Fang is only open between Sowing and Hiding the river can still be used for the rest of the year, although between Close and Unlocking it is at its most treacherous. Generally, merchant caravans and barges will avoid the route completely until after the Trial of Champions and will stop once the harsh northern winter begins to take a hold in Close.

The Zhengys to Nakata trade route comes through Fang and continues in merchant caravans via the exotic seaport of Zhin, and finally to Nagata. If any of these destinations are your goal then getting a job with a merchant caravan may be a good option for you, for although such caravans attract unwanted attention, they are also normally very well guarded.

The Horse Market:

Also Chiang-Mai is famed for its Horses and there is a whole district set aside for the Horse Market in Fang. Visit here for the chance to invest in a fine steed to speed your journeys across the
Inns and Taverns

Accommodation in Fang is plentiful, due to the demands of the Trial Festival, and although the best guesthouses are booked out months in advance for the Festival, there should be room during most of the rest of the year. However, their prices are extortionate. Other than that, there is many an inn in Fang to accommodate your needs. Some popular places ot stay are:

The Staggering Fool: This tavern can be found down in the Dwight's Wharf district of the city. It is frequented by a clientèle which is interesting in its mixture to say the least. It stills operates a system of calling someone over to your table to order drinks. Strangers will not attract attention in the Foal due to its busy nature. However, if information is what you are after then there is no better place. Hubba Thangfane frequents this establishment as well, and you would do well to meet with him if work is your goal.

The Swordsmaster's Arms: This inn is located in the slightly better area of the Horse Market district. It boasts a number of artifacts from the dungeon itself, from skulls of former contestants contained in glass cabinets, to weapons recovered from the dungeon by the palace faithful (each year the Baron orders the dungeon to be cleared of such trinkets lest they aid the next group of contestants). The Arms are a favorite haunt of adventurers, looking to tell their stories to a like minded crowd, and also minstrels who recount tales of legend, myth and, of course, the dungeon itself. Go here for an evening of entertainment, and also if you want to stay abreast of adventuring news from across the continent.

The Laurel Wreath: This tavern is located on the corner of Champion's Plaza in the Palace District of the city and you will find that those members of the Palace Guard who enjoy a drink choose this tavern as their favorite haunt.


The Imperial Inn: This inn is perhaps the least aptly named establishment in the city, so don't be fooled. It does nothing to inspire in you any notion of the past grandeur of Shang-Zhou. In fact it is lice-ridden pit. It was once shut down for serving customers with the wrong ale (when they asked for the local ale they were served Guursh (Orc ale) instead, which although cheaper to the landlord, managed to kill eight unsuspecting revelers during the Trial Festival several years ago). Somehow the landlord, Xing-Ma, managed to get his license back but, apart from not serving Guursh, he has done little to clean up the establishment. Be careful about staying here, because although very cheap, it may cost your health dearly if you leave with a lice infection.