Salt-Grip
Salt-Grip clings to the side of a cliff like a cluster of barnacles. Stone houses with whalebone rafters line winding, narrow stairs that lead down to a precarious harbor. The smell of drying kelp and smoked fish permeates the air. Despite its humble appearance, the village sits atop a network of sea caves used for both smuggling and ancient, forgotten rites.
Salt-Grip
Where the tides bring both life and the long-dead.
Turn Salt-Grip into a sheet
A high-res, share-ready sheet you can post or print.