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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.
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The Sign of the Violet Beaker, in Warwik City’s Mariners’ Quarter, is certainly *the* place to go for healing potions and other alchemicals. All you have to do is bring enough gold ... oh, and survive the experience.
QuestThe 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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Castle Merciless. Home of He who dwells in nightmares.
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Symbol of the faith of Ratri, goddess of the night, in the Old City of Warwik City, the Cathedral of the Black Dagger holds more than an ancient, mysterious tomb - it holds fanaticism in its grasp.
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.
Quest“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!”
QuestBeneath 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 QuestJust 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.
QuestTucked back in the corner of Kiskedee square, off of Aasvogel, is the Hornless Goat. The tavern is as non-descript and plain as any business can be and still maintain itself in passable fashion. No one notices the patrons of that small overlooked place.
A city of salt and subterfuge.
Codex QuestThe Brande Islands are now a hell on earth for the majority of their inhabitants, but it was not allways that way…
Deep in the remote Storm Horns lies an ancient and deserted city of giants.
"Are you crazy? There ain’t no such thing. It’s all fairy tales for the stupid and desperate. Even if it were, they all say it’s cursed or something. Get back to work."
The hallmark of a new Alliance; a safe place for the men of words to meet.
There are many scret places in the old forests; the least of which is by no means Old Stone Face
A rough town which is haven for outlaws is a staple of all adventuring genres. In the fantasy genre the town of Crueloar provides places in which you can share a dinner table with a vampire or learn the ways of dark magic.
The wastes are cruel, and beneath the desolation they hide many secrets.
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.