Smuggler’s Cove - Ravenbreath

City of Commerce and Control

Where gold flows like water, power is measured in secrets, and the line between law and crime is thinner than a blade’s edge.

Ashes Beneath a Burning Banner

A shattered warfront where loyalty fractures, and survival demands sacrifice.

Darkness Takes Root

Twisted trees and unseen eyes make this cursed part of the Whispering Woods a place few escape unchanged.

36
Perspectives

3
Bloodlines

1
Bystander

15
Villages

32
Story Arcs

Smuggler’s Cove: Hidden Haven of Rogues and Relics

Carved into the jagged cliffs, where the sea crashes against stone and the world above forgets to look down, lies a refuge for those who live by no law but their own. Lanterns flicker in the dark, casting long shadows against damp cavern walls. Wooden docks stretch over black water, bobbing with the weight of moored ships, each bearing no colors, no name—only intent.
Here, whispered deals hold more power than steel, and coin flows as easily as the tide. Contraband fills hidden crates, waiting for the right hands, the right price. Trust is fleeting, alliances shift with the wind, and those who fail to watch their backs often disappear beneath the waves. This place offers freedom, but it comes at a price—one measured in secrets, debts, and the weight of a dagger pressed against the ribs.

Tides of Trade and Treachery

Nice ship. Yours?" The voice is warm, friendly—too friendly. "For now." The sailor doesn’t stop moving, eyes scanning the crowd. Behind them, laughter rises over the sound of coins exchanging hands. Every smile here has teeth.

The Madness Below

Toby

He crouched low, nose to the floorboards, sniffing like a hound. "It moved again," he muttered. "Didn’t like the salt. Didn’t like the screaming either." His head snapped up, grin too wide. "Want to hear what it said last time?" No one answered. He giggled anyway. "Good. It likes secrets. So do I."

Toby Talc

Tinka

He popped up behind the crates like a jack-in-the-box made of knives and nightmares. "Did you hear it?" he whispered, eyes wide. "The whispering in the bottles? No?" He laughed once, sharp and high. "Then you’re not listening right." He licked his finger, held it to the air. "Yup. Trouble’s coming. Tastes like teeth."