Great ships crowd the deepwater harbor beneath towering basalt citadels and colorful shanties; market stalls sprawl out onto creaking piers, while cobbled streets wind up to merchant villas and ancient arcane ruins. At every turn, languages and lures mingle—fortune and peril are never far apart.
Where lost tides meet forbidden trade.
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Harbor Castellan
Clad in sea-green and silver, her eyes miss little—she speaks with measured authority.
Smuggler & broker
Always damp, with gleaming midnight scales and too many rings on his webbed fingers.
Watch captain
Stocky, armored, and sporting a beard badge of honor—speaks gruff but fair.
Arcane Salvager
Scarlet-skinned, always with a toolbelt of odd magical implements.
Innkeeper
Tall, auburn-haired, and always ready with a dry quip or a comforting cup.
Shipwright
Broad and precise, forever wiping sawdust from his beard.
Arcane salvage & curiosities
A cramped, candlelit den filled with oddities from sunken ruins and arcane battlefields.
General store, mariner supplies
Boxes piled under nets hang from the rafters, and the entry bell is shaped like a tiny anchor.
Sailors, traders, caravan hands, unsavory noblemen
A rambling, multi-level tavern perched near the upper docks, packed with sailors, traders, and hopefuls seeking fortune.
Guild
The city’s most influential merchant conglomerate, infamous for lobbying and backroom deals.
Criminal cartel
A shadowy network of thieves and corrupt dockmasters, nominally ruled by Grelvon Halfpike.
Guard corps/militia
Loyal to the city and the Port Council, they handle both external threats and the syndicates within.
A partially flooded market where magical echoes sometimes flicker—relics occasionally rise from cracked flagstones.
An industrial quarter alive with the clamor of steam-powered cranes, aquatic automata, and shipwright workshops.
Crisscrossing stone stairs along the black cliffs—rumored to hide beggar thieves and secret tunnels.
A lighthouse whose arcane light wards off both storms and restless dead; sometimes flickers with ancient blue flames.
A functioning, hidden teleportation circle lies beneath the temple’s spire.
The last Castellan survived the Arcane Annihilation by merging her soul with the seawall; she sometimes manifests to warn or aid.
A fragment of the spell that caused the Annihilation remains dangerous and mobile in the lower tunnels.
Smuggler’s Shadow
Several cargoes have vanished under suspicious circumstances, some containing arcane salvage deemed too volatile to sell openly.
Echoes in the Plaza
Strange lights and ghostly voices haunt the Sunken Plaza at midnight—dozens gather but most are too afraid to investigate.
The Noble Heirs’ Disappearance
Three missing nobles tie into bizarre cult activity in the Lurking Steps; unrest brews among rival guilds seeking leverage.
Salt and Water
Desperate for fresh water, the city hires adventurers to protect water convoys from pirate and syndicate sabotage.
Shroud Race Sabotage
Multiple factions try to manipulate or sabotage the Regatta of Shrouds to gain an upper hand in the ongoing turf war.
