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Brockham Test
For those first stepping foot outside of Insomnia, the Brockham Haven will very likely be their first introduction to the safe havens which keep weary travelers save from that which lurks in the night. All that they need to do as they make their way past the checkpoint is turn their head towards the left, and they will see the outcropping of rock which juts out from the hillside and glows a welcoming blue.
However, while the first Haven available to most travelers, it is not often the first choice of most. Instead, it is often only chosen by Hunters venturing down into the depths of the Crestholm Channel to clear out the daemons which plague its dim waterways, or the occasional fisherman who seeks reeling in the Dawn Lucian Carp in the early hours of morn. If there are any outside of those two groups who seek shelter there at Brockham, it is a traveler who only made it out of the city far later than they could have ever hoped, and do not believe themselves capable of making it to the Hammerhead in time.
There are multiple reasons for this, although they all seem to amount to the same thing: Brockham does not have very much to offer. Squashed between the Channel and a nearby Impereial fort, it is rather lacking in any appealing views which might soothe a tired soul after a long day's journey or when they awaken from a rought night of camping. The only wild food which might help bolster their stores would be a nearby outcropping of Aegir Root, should they tire of the Reservoir's fishing.
Still, Brockham does offer a fascinating view of abandoned construction that is but across the road. When viewed from the peak of Brockham, while one is sipping at their morning coffee, seeing those would-be towers of brick and concrete leaves one with a sort of melancholy, and reminds them of how fortunate they are to have lived in a city fully formed and reliable.
This does, of course, require one to be able to be able to ignore the dead-eyed robotic stares of the Magitek Troopers stationed in the nearby fort.
Yet despite the proximity of both Fort and Channel, or perhaps because of such proximity, very few monsters actually lurk around the immediate area of Brockham. This perhaps is something that will no doubt appeal to those travelers who are not so equipped to handle the local wildlife in the way that skilled Hunters or independent fishermen are, for all they need do is make a short break from the road up to Brockham.
Still, for those whose sense of aesthetic is particular and thus will find no satisfaction in such a place where the reminders of civilization are so overbearing, the fortunate news is that Brockham has a sister Haven just on the other side of the Fort. A small drive away (or walk, if one's vehicle happens to be incapacitated) will find them at Palmaugh Haven. The view is one of the few differences between the pair.
For a meal to eat at the campside, I recommend a simple Multi-Meat Sandwich. Any well prepared traveler will no doubt have Daggerquill breast and Gighee ham in their supplies, along with some bread that should still be decent. Augment the meal with Aegir root, and one will find themselves having a nice simple meal befitting of the scenery.
★★✩✩✩
However, while the first Haven available to most travelers, it is not often the first choice of most. Instead, it is often only chosen by Hunters venturing down into the depths of the Crestholm Channel to clear out the daemons which plague its dim waterways, or the occasional fisherman who seeks reeling in the Dawn Lucian Carp in the early hours of morn. If there are any outside of those two groups who seek shelter there at Brockham, it is a traveler who only made it out of the city far later than they could have ever hoped, and do not believe themselves capable of making it to the Hammerhead in time.
There are multiple reasons for this, although they all seem to amount to the same thing: Brockham does not have very much to offer. Squashed between the Channel and a nearby Impereial fort, it is rather lacking in any appealing views which might soothe a tired soul after a long day's journey or when they awaken from a rought night of camping. The only wild food which might help bolster their stores would be a nearby outcropping of Aegir Root, should they tire of the Reservoir's fishing.
Still, Brockham does offer a fascinating view of abandoned construction that is but across the road. When viewed from the peak of Brockham, while one is sipping at their morning coffee, seeing those would-be towers of brick and concrete leaves one with a sort of melancholy, and reminds them of how fortunate they are to have lived in a city fully formed and reliable.
This does, of course, require one to be able to be able to ignore the dead-eyed robotic stares of the Magitek Troopers stationed in the nearby fort.
Yet despite the proximity of both Fort and Channel, or perhaps because of such proximity, very few monsters actually lurk around the immediate area of Brockham. This perhaps is something that will no doubt appeal to those travelers who are not so equipped to handle the local wildlife in the way that skilled Hunters or independent fishermen are, for all they need do is make a short break from the road up to Brockham.
Still, for those whose sense of aesthetic is particular and thus will find no satisfaction in such a place where the reminders of civilization are so overbearing, the fortunate news is that Brockham has a sister Haven just on the other side of the Fort. A small drive away (or walk, if one's vehicle happens to be incapacitated) will find them at Palmaugh Haven. The view is one of the few differences between the pair.
For a meal to eat at the campside, I recommend a simple Multi-Meat Sandwich. Any well prepared traveler will no doubt have Daggerquill breast and Gighee ham in their supplies, along with some bread that should still be decent. Augment the meal with Aegir root, and one will find themselves having a nice simple meal befitting of the scenery.
★★✩✩✩
Criclawe
This is thanks to Criclawe's position being nearest to the main road, rather than the roads used primarily by the Leide locals. With many paths from that road leading up to the welcoming blue sigils, it acts as a fine waypoint for your average driver neeeding to make a stop somewhat quickly. Additionally, in a similar manner as Cotisse, some find it a reassuring first attempt in camping on their own. Cotisse may be far closer, yet that doesn't change the fact that, at night, a person with a good set of eyes may be able to see the shadows of diners as they slip into Takka's for a late night meal. This, too, is a form of security for a new camper.
There is no need to be jealous of such meals, for Cricawe holds the benefit of rather fine natural harvests of its own right. Leiden potatoes are often not too far a jaunt fro the Haven itself, and are incredibly versatile whether boiled, mashed, or stewed. If one is longing for the food of Hammerhead, it is easy enough to slice them up and fry them. Those equipped to handle the local pest population of Sabretooths may come upon further delicious finds, with birdbeasts hiding their eggs within the particular valley Criclawe rests upon.
It is not only food stores that find themselves enrichened by delving into the valley. Keen eyed adventurers are likely to find mineral deposits rich with bounty to gather, and it is quite likely that they will also stumble upon a treasure or two left behind by the daemons long since banished by the sun's rays, or even adventurerers of the past.
If one takes my advice to fry up some Leiden potatoes, then I have heard nothing but compliments in regards to serving them alongside what is colliquoely known as the cannedwich. Luncheon meat, when sliced very thickly and fried, soaks in neatly on slices of Cleigne wheat. The secret is that right after you have fried the meat, you should use that very same pan to make your fries, and, once garnished with salt, they will stand out from the average cut legume. Enjoy them both with a view so close to Longwythe Peak which Hammerhead lacks.
The fries are a fine thing indeed, for if you have perhaps recently bothered the chef beyond reason, then those delicious fries may be all you receive, and that is truly a pity.
3/5 stars
the peanut gallery
fishfearme: sorry. also thanks for giving me half of your cannedwich.
womenwantme: LOL and LMAO. Anyway, while this literally on the beaten path, it's far enough from the main road that you can feel a peaceful sense of detachment sitting there in the early morning, taking in the smell of good food alongside good company. Almost more than the view of Longwythe Peak (which isn't the best in the area, in my opinion), watching the Mesmenir get a head start on grazing is the nicest way to wake up. I'll allow a 3/5.