The Redeemer Stronghold of Dun Korath is more a town than just a simple keep. A large river snakes around lazily wipe creating a natural barrier to the east. Filled with small fishing and trade vessels a small port has begun to take shape, allowing for some of the largest of river boats to dock. In north and south lie two massive wooden gates, almost thirty feet tall, looming as dark sentinels they preside over the lands looking out over the local farms, while protecting the city center. Beyond the gates lies the town proper where large and luxurious homes indicate a number of noble families, while a bustling market district appears to be the heart of the settlement.
Contrasting the finer district, down near the river, a shanty town of rough dirt streets with rougher and dirtier folk. Ramshackle homes and businesses dot the shore, as half constructed hand worked docks provide for the smaller rafts and boats. Most of the town’s miners and day laborers make some semblance of a life here, some sleeping in the mud homeless while others have created tiny wooden homes.
Dark smoke and white steam issue from the northwestern district. As a number of large forges and refineries labor day and night, providing a constant racket from the work. A mostly dwarvish population live in this area, refining gold and creating jewelry being the long past down family tradition. Only a brave few nondwarvish upstarts try and forge a life, often to the chagrin of the community.
Towards the west lies the gold filled mountain of Dun Korath, for which the area is named, and carved into the side some four hundred feet above the city watches the grand keep. Two massive white stone towers flank what appears to be the upper torso and bust of a giant woman carved from the cliff face. Her soft features etched elegantly into the stone, she wears a diadem of wrought black iron. Above the woman/fortress’s head, her hair appears to be a mass of wood, an airship dock with two separate wooden towers each with their own moorings.