Krakken:

The capital of Arundell sits in Krakken Province between the majestic peaks of the Zarpin Mountains and the rivers that border the notorious expanse of woodlands that has, for centuries, simply been called 'The Forest'.

Approaching Krakken on any of the main thoroughfares, the visitor will first see a hint of what makes Arundell a dark land.  In contrast to the green woodlands and rolling meadows that surround the town, the roads are lined with severed heads skewered on standing pikes. The unseeing eyes of these forgotten souls stand vigil over the road and watch visitors and residents alike come and go.

Krakken has all the amenities of a town of its day--a pub, an inn, and a marketplace--but with a decidely different flair.  The pub is below ground in a working dungeon complete with all the accoutrements to twist, peel, squeeze, crush and otherwise inflict pain on a human. . .and not so human. . . .body.

Krakken Castle, the largest of Arundell's castles, sits on a bluff over looking the town. The town itself is pleasant and friendly to visitors.  A mixture of thatched cottages , slate roofed dwellings and plain facade shops line the cobble paved streets, but more goes on underground than above.  Most buildings have private dungeons, and the same folks who smile and wish you welcome would also like to hear how well you can scream.