Honeymaren tells of an enchanted forest where her people lived isolated from the traitorous kingdom of Arendelle. The spirits of her home, however, had been growing ever disquieted by a powerful magical force assaulting the magic barrier surrounding the forest. Honeymaren exited the magical mists and was plunged into storm and ice. The trek to the sea had nearly killed her, but she was able to trade the reindeer pelts she brought with her to a trading vessel that had set sail from a kingdom called the Seven Isles.
There was little Honeymaren could share about this other Kingdom, except the traders spoke in whispers when they thought the Northuldran hero couldn't hear about a whether or not news of a person from the "frozen wastes'' would gain them favor with "The Queen" or if it would simply place them within the crosshairs of her contempt. Ultimately, they decided it was not worth the risk that any attention would be placed on themselves, and they deposited Honeymaren on the Eastern shores of the island.
Sir Bart knew more than the rest concerning the state of Britain outside of Londontown. First, the Cauldron-born were the reanimated servants of a malicious sorcerer-ruler known as the Horned King. At times, he commands the Cauldron-born on deadly campaigns. At other times, he allows the cauldron-born to roam on their only, limited capacity to causes terror and destruction on their own. His seat of power is often to the West. The Cauldron-born are the enchanted corpses of any person on whom the sickly green mist emanating from the Horned King's Castle touch.
North of the city is the Forest Sauvage. This dark, old forest is the home of numerous lords and Knights, each swearing fealty to only themselves as there are no rightful heirs to the throne of England. The knights and their households share the forest with covens of witches, who claim to be taught their art from the Mad with Madam Mim.
Within the city the Cauldron-born are an ever present threat. Generally, they roam as lone creatures, acting out of some evil automation. However, there are times that they tend to collect in formations and go on patrol or raids. These occur particularly at night, along the outskirts of town, and in the surrounding countryside. Corpses are often burnt, if possible, or dumped into the River Thames where they can't animate and immediately attack their former friends and family.
Londontown may feel anarchistic, but just underneath the city surface a society of vermin thrives. While the humans in the party have had minimal contact with the rodents themselves, Bert, Dr. Doyle, and John Rolfe each know at least one someone who claims to have a lucrative trade deal with the creatures. They claim their King is a mouse named Ratigan.
It is said that Raigan holds court in the palace that once held the kings and queens of men. The palace lies south of the Rose and Crown, past the giant clock tower Big Ben. Across the city to the East is the Tower of London, which is also said to be a seat of Ratigan's power.
The River Thames cuts through the city. Boats occasionally sail in from the sea, bearing foreign flags. The docks are almost entirely controlled by mice and other creatures, who collect heavy taxes for their King. The River is heavily polluted, and filled with floating, bloated corpses revived by the Horned King's mists.
Dr. Doyle worked extensively at the British Museum. The building lies East of the Rose and Crown, although the last Dr. Doyle heard the institution had been completely overrun by Cauldron-born, who appeared to stand sentinel around the building.
Dr. Doyle had been a resident of one of Mr. Ebeneezer Scrooge's tenement buildings on the Southeast corner of the city, furthest from the Rose and Crown which was positioned in the Northwest of Londontown. Scrooge's coldhearted pragmatism has allowed him to leverage his substantial property investments into political power. His corner of Londontown is the most orderly and "safe" of the human districts, and for this residents pay more than they can afford.
John Rolfe has vague memories in serving the court of one of England's kings, although that time seems like a lifetime ago. One thing is certain, any King or Queen of a united British Kingdom... or even England, is as dead as their memory.
Bert and John Rolfe know of the Chimney Sweeps of Londontown. While it's certainly true that they take employment when they are able from the wealthier refugees of the city. They also patrol the rooftops of the city, and have been known to drop in just when they are needed to help a poor citizen on the street. Nobody, besides the Chimney Sweeps, seem to know their current meeting spots.
While it may seem smart to stick to the rooftops at night where the Cauldron-born are unlikely to stalk, John Rolfe has heard rumors of flying demons that patrol the night skies, and will throw poor souls caught on the rooftops onto the cobblestone roads below. John Rolfe himself believes he has seen one of these winged creatures around the giant clock tower.
