Deer Glade is a coastal village of seventeen buildings clustered in a shallow cove, where nets dry across low roofs and lanterns bob like slow stars; the town blends carved stone, driftwood, and sea-salted thatch, and life moves to tides and trade with passing ships.
Where lanterns bob like slow stars and the sea keeps its bargains.
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Elder and steward
Half-elf elder who mediates disputes and leads rituals.
Free Divers captain
A daring genasi diver known for claiming unusual shoals.
Wreck-keeper and scribe
A dwarf who catalogs salvage and runs the tiny annex.
Skiffmaster and trader
A gruff dragonborn who ferries goods and gossip.
Netmender and caretaker
A soft-spoken tiefling who keeps nets and quiet confidences.
General goods
A narrow stall under an awning selling salted goods, carved bits, and basic tools.
Curios and salvage
A cramped chestroom where Oren catalogs small finds and trades knowledge for goods.
Fisherfolk, visiting sailors, and the occasional traveling peddler.
A squat, smoke-dark tavern with benches facing the harbor and a low hearth.
Civic council
An uneasy alliance of pragmatic elders who oversee shared nets and landing rights.
Working guild
A loose collective of bold divers and younger fishers who take risks for richer hauls.
Religious circle
A small, secretive circle of tide-disciples who perform ritual offerings at the headland stones.
A narrow cove where nets are laid like sleeping blankets and gulls quarrel over scraps.
A low headland with stacked ancestral stones that locals leave trinkets upon.
A tumbled ring of driftwood where youngsters dare one another at high tide.
A shallow reef dotted with kelp and the occasional glint of half-buried glass.
Oren's map shows an unmarked shoal whose fish runs could shift regional trade if claimed.
One ancestral stone hides a carved hollow used to conceal ritual offerings and a small, enchanted shell.
The phantom light seems tied to an old pact broken by a forgotten settler.
A sea spirit sometimes answers a truthful question at dawn.
An old map in the Keeper's Annex points to a herd of kelp-grown statues.
Kell Stormtide once ferried something forbidden to a mainland noble.
Sigil in the Foam
A washed-up chest bears a strange sigil none recognize and a map pointing to a fogged inlet.
The Night Light
Young divers vanish after chasing a beckoning light; the village wants them found before harvest.
Claim of the Broken Sloop
A claim on a wreck sparks a feud that could divide shared nets unless a fair salvage partition is found.
Hum of the Headland
An old stone at the breakwater glows faintly and hums; the Breakwater Keepers ask for protection while they examine it.
