"Deepbend, the toughest place to live south of the wastes. The inmates are tough, so we gotta be tougher. They may complain of 'abuse' and 'cruel and unusual punishment' but you know, they deserve every last kick"
-Darner Gearbend, Warden.

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Deep within the heart of the Great Woses, lies an inland sea that few care to visit.  Nevermind the ogre-infested swamps that surround it, the place is just disgusting.  While known by many names – the Belching Sea, the Eternal Loogie, Gluumraag's Blessing and sometimes, the Slimy Deep – most simply call it the Sea of Snot.

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The Rock of Gibraltar, once a stalwart of British power, the gate to the Mediterranean, now is a fortress for the Eurasian Alliance. It's fair teeming with neo-Soviets and submarines.

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"Ye thought the orbital penitentiary around Venus was hard ta endure? That place is a vacation spot compared to Davy's Lockdown! If the guard borgs can't find an excuse ta peel the skin off yer bones and the inmates don't use ya for their bettin pool, the pressures o' bein that far beneath the waves will drive ya to the brink, mark my words!"

An underwater prison with a dark past, suitable for any sci-fi, neo-dystopian, or cyber punk setting.

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A Caribbean raft city

"Avaricious is a special sort of hell; it's the hell we created ourselves. It is the hell we deserve." - Smythe Voss, crewman of Siren's Laugh

"The shipyards, a good place to move illict cargo or lay low for a while, but that ship yard in Philly, it's not a place you want to frequent, not if you wish to keep yer skin on anyway."

A city location with a slight horror slant, suitable for any modern day horror/action setting.

Quest - #1 Winner

The Pool of (add the name of the God or Goddess of your choice) is well known as one of the greatest holy places of the world. It is said to be full of piles of gold and jewels, a place where wishes are granted, wounds are healed, prophets have dreams that come true, and suspected criminals are fairly judged. Pilgrims from the other end of the world have been known to travel for more then a year, braving the perils of disease, brigands and bad weather, just to reach it's holy waters.

As the only place of warmth in an otherwise frozen land, the Firehole River is, or was, the central point for life in, on and around it. Sadly, this is starting to change...

 The jewel of the imperial shoal, this aquatic city is the emperor's seat of power.

Ruled with an iron fist by the famed Admiral Sir Korak Dragonslayer, Earl of Kaldi, the city of Maskholm is one of the great ports of the northern shore of the Kingdom of Warwik; here are some of its notable seaward businesses.

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Twenty nautical minded businesses from the Mariners’ Quarter of sprawling Warwik City, useful for any fantasy port city.

Codex Quest

Not every temple is a monument to grandeur, a pilgrimage site of legendary sanctity or a repository of lore, power or influence.  Sometimes they are small parishes, doing their best on the scanty tithes of the poor to cherish their flock.  St. Taria’s is one of these.

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Out of the way of general traffic, tucked against the old wall of Warwik City’s Mariners’ Quarter, Tyraesa Square used to be a pleasant place for locals to gather.  The neighborhood has a darkening reputation, though, and some of these establishments are the culprits.

Codex Quest

The hub of the Mariners’ Quarter of Warwik City is the sprawling quays and wharfs of North Quay, situated by the Sea Gate of the walled Old City.  The goods of a hundred ports pour into North Quay, and in the imaginations of newcomers seeing it for the first time, the white shell paving gleaming in the sunlight is in truth the silver with which their fantasies deem it strewn.

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The vast, soaring twin-towered Cathedral dominated the skyline of Warwik’s Old City, evidence of the sway and majesty of the faith of the Sea Lord Manannan.  A line of penitents shuffled up the walkway to the main sanctuary, giving me time to pause, and think.  Cardinal Eliana was not going to appreciate the news I bore ... and I had long since ceased to be in a rush to deliver it.

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“To old Haven town, we’re bound to go, halloo!  To old Haven town, we’re bound to go, halloo!”

The singing near to shook the stucco off the Venturers’ Hall, and I shook my head.  Damnall luck was I going to have in filling out Redwave‘s crew in Storm Season, and every sailor I could hear was half in the bag ...

“From some old seaport town, on the west coast of Hell!  We’ll drink dry the taverns and wish ye all well!”

Still, I had it to do, and I had enough silver - and gold - to stir the dregs of the Guild.  Perhaps it’d be enough.

“Tow ropes, haul yer bars - heave her, hi oh, now fend off, halloo!”

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Beneath the swaying sign of the mouse holding a flagon, the racket of the rundown Mariners’ District of the great port of Warwik City is drowned out by the raucous singing and carousing from inside the District’s oldest tavern ... and ‘tis a bold wanderer indeed who’ll set foot inside unbidden.

Codex Quest

Just off the craggy cliffs of Corundum, under the rippling blue ocean waves, seven stones stand. They rise majestically from the ocean floor, references to some long ago civilization. Meaningless, now, to all but the most learned.

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