Othmar’s Brink is a small village that clings to the slopes of the Black Mountains above the town of Grenzstadt, near the entrance to the Black Fire Pass. No-one of note has ever come from Othmar’s Brink, and the locals like to keep it that way. Their existence here on the edge of the Empire may be pitiful, but at least it’s honest. Most of the village’s income comes from the herding of sheep and goats up here on the unforgiving, wind-blasted slopes.
By and large, the people of Othmar’s Brink are a stoic, hardy and unassuming sort of people, not wanting much to do with anything beyond the occasional visit to the market in Grenzstadt, or providing a bed for the night to pilgrims and travelers who are braving the treacherous mountain pass of Othmar’s Trail beyond, and can’t afford the rates of the coaching inns down in town.