A small trading outpost in Northcountry, mostly home to Elves, but friendly to all who pass through. Errol Flynn and Kaewa were born here.
A river runs through Blackwater, and a fair share of travelers come and go, but there are a lot that have settled this post and made it home. There are houses in the trees and houses on the ground, a true mixture of human and Elven culture. There are even some gnomes and halflings that have settled here, but they are the minority. They are welcome like everyone else, so long as they learn to play by the unwritten rules.
To venture out into the forest very far from the Blackwater trading post is to ask for trouble. This post protects itself, and travel is done along the river. There has been talk of one day establishing a land road to … somewhere, but it seems to be mostly idle talk. Only the bravest ever attempt to leave Blackwater by foot.
The water is black because of a black sludge that flows into the river just south of the trading post. (the trading post is located North of the sludge to make sure the water is potable) There are lots of rumors and stories about the source of the sludge, be it runoff from a volcano, a hidden Dwarven mine, or just loads of troll shit.