Kettle

Kettle, at the north-western edge of the Barony of Thauris, is based around the eastern lip of the caldera of a shattered and dormant volcano.  Within the caldera lie hot spring pools, fed from the heat still churning below.  When it was founded it was originally named "Saurimé's Kettle" due to these pools and the obvious connection with the Goddess and her observances that involved heated or boiling water.  Those that settled were devout worshippers of Saurimé and saw the pools as divine gifts from her.

For many years Saurimé's Kettle was a common destination of the nobility and of the rich, seeking the health-giving properties of the springs and the stark beauty of the Karakan Desert to the north.  The then Baroness of Thauris saw an opportunity and, along with other unique ingredients across her demesne, sold the waters of the Kettle as the so-called Amra Elixir said to cure sicknesses including the Fourteen Ailments.  Amra Elixir became quite popular in certain circles, and Kettle basked in the increased custom and stature.

In time, however, the popularity faded.  As trends often do, the interest in taking in the waters at the Kettle faded and some new health fad took its place for the wealthy and powerful.  As the name's richness faded, so did the interest in the Elixir, demand slowing to a dribble.  And then the heat of the Kettle started dying.  Hot springs began receding, and no longer bubbled as strongly as they did.  With the tourism and export of the Elixir practically dead, the villagers began to worry that Saurimé had abandoned them.  The reason was obvious – they had allowed her sacred waters to be taken from their holy place, and now the goddess was rescinding her favour.

The village, now simply Kettle, has been slowly losing people as they drift to other villages, seek their fortune elsewhere, or simply give up.  There is still a vibrant heart to the town, and those who still cling to some sort of faith in Saurimé, but many feel that something essential has vanished from Kettle and who knows how long it will last.

Thanks to volcanic activity, there are fertile soils and some deep groundwater that allow for some crops and livestock to be raised.  Kettle is ringed by a few farmsteads further out, traditionally held by hardworking families.

To the north-west on the other side of the crater is a small forest of gnarled trees long dead.  Dubbed the Bone Grove, it was once where the dead were buried, but the activities of animals has made it even less welcoming and the practice has ceased.

Pallisades ring the village as many dangerous animals live out in the Karakan.  Mostly nocturnal hunters, even their prey can be harmful to the inexperienced, and there have been guards volunteered from the young adults of the village to stand watch at night.

At the city centre stands the tavern, the Eternal Flame, which was once in Kettle's heyday the primary lodging for tourists and still bares in its upstairs rooms some of the grace the village once entertained.  It has been in the hands of the Fiyyat family for many generations, and the current proprietor Warin is keen to see it once more filled with wealthy and noble patrons.

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