Synonymous with poverty…

Fort Port started as a military fortification on the mouth of the Antioch River at the Known Sea, three days West of Antioch (the city).  Slowly a small community had sprung up around the Fort and its tiny port.  After decades of watching for Wapti, the militia was pulled leaving the few River Clanners behind. The Rat Clan took The Fort for their own, making it their clan house. However things were not grand as the farming was poor and the fishing not much better. But, there is always ships along the waters here.  A great deal of traffic in and out of the river and along the coast.  And so many things seemed to just "fall off" the deck and docks in these waters… finding their way here. And well, someone has to sell them.

Most cities have long and storied histories, tales of nobles and intrigue, places in cultural, social, or military history. Gaberlunz in one of those places that by various circumstances has avoided any pretense of greatness.

‘‘I know where you can find just what you’re looking for. Give me a few days and I’ll get it for you. Trust me, it’s better if I get it for you. The only place in the city that has exactly what you’re looking for is the Hardville ghetto. It’s dangerous for most folk to enter that place unles they know the right people’‘.

Port Reliance is a squalid little port town, a hive of pirates, murderers, thieves, brigands, and brawlers.  The lowest of the low, the most desperate of sea-farers end up here sooner or later.  Adventurers will fit right in.

- "Arrr! What scurvy dog seeks the Davy Jones’ Locker by comin ‘ere?"
- "Oh, shut it, will ya!"

The Calm Alley, and a few small insignificant streets nearby have always been calm, some would say boring. There are few people in those narrow passages, and no one looks into your eyes as you pass them…

A den of mercenaries, murderers, bounty hunters and thieves…

Nowhere else in the city would you find a place more tragically downtrodden.

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 slums of Locastus

There are scummy dives, and then there is The Rotten Bastard.

A villain’s lair is more than just a safehouse or stronghold, it can be as much a part of their persona as any powers, henchmen or nefarious plans

The ever present breeze from the water pushed the litter around constantly. The nice black cars and their sharp dressed occupants are sharp contrast to the broken people who live here. The Gloom comes from more than the lack of city lighting. And remember, nobody knowns nothing.