Underbelly

Underbelly is a melting pot of the dregs and lesser folk that the world has to offer. It was formed originally when a group of humans were cured of their ailments by the original Bishop of Sickness and Health. The group built the Bishop a chapel and homes just popped up around it over time. Every household provides anything they can to whoever may need it, leaving everyone fairly similar standing in terms of wealth.

The Hamlet runs under a loose Theocracy style government where all people who live in the boundaries of Underbelly answer directly to Bishop Caspian himself. This leaves the people of Underbelly mostly at their own wits when it comes to trade and responsibilities. People work where work is needed, and adapt when the time is right.

The town of Underbelly has been built off of the backs of fisher folk who gain their living and supplies from the bounties granted by Caspians sea creature related blessings and abilities. Though years of growth has brought people of different professions to the town, meaning that now they run heavily on the fishing business, medical supplies, and ocean medium related artwork.

The Docks   The Docks of Underbelly are a bustling port of weathered wooden planks reaching their salt stained hands out to the sea, desperately grasping for the water. The rustic area is tainted with the permanent stench of fish, supplemented by the briny salt odor of the sea. A small handful of sloops and a couple ketches used by the villagers for fishing or traveling the coast of the Island are almost always moored on the smaller dock, while the much larger dock holds the anchor point for the much larger brigantine owned by the local adventurers known simply as The Fishermen. The Fishermen are often on the dock, selling or donating their goods and wares, repairing local boats for the folk that live there, and repairing their own ship after particularly rough moments on the sea.     The Eye   The Eye of Underbelly is the center section of the town where the shops, taverns, and medical offices of the town circle a large statue of the local hero and legend, The Good Captain. From the town's thriving bar culture, to music and books, and even to guns and armor, The Eye is where any visitors with gold burning a hole in their pocket go for any and all money spending and good time having needs. The atmosphere of The Eye is charming, full of a quaint yet bustling seaside feeling that could warm the heart of even the most stone cold hearted adventurer. The ground is paved with a weathered cobblestone, carefully and lovingly layed by the town's founders and according to local rumors, the Bishop himself. Narrow alleys connect The Eyes buildings to the outer circle of the town, letting in the sounds of warm and lively homes, bustling with new familial traditions being made, and old ones being thoughtfully practiced. The smell of the food from taverns and restaurants fills the roads with an invigorating scent that brings many back to nostalgic memorys of home cooked meals.     The Brooks   The Brooks are the outer edges of Underbelly, holding almost the etirety of the homes where the poeple of underbelly live. Patchy roofs huddle together, standing above cottage like homes. The clearly handmade structures are engraved in what seem like random spots with symbols of Kos and Bishop Caspian. The homes give off the feeling of modest folk working together with what little they have to create a true home. As one walks through the narrow streets in front of the homes, it is not uncommon to be overcome with the smell of smoked meats and roasting fish being prepared in the houses of hard working Underbellonians.

Baal’s Gunsmith A cluttered workshop specializing in firearms, ammunition, and weapon enhancements. Baal is a gruff artisan with a knack for crafting intricate, sea-themed weaponry. The walls are lined with harpoon guns, flintlocks, and experimental firearms.   Satyr’s Blacksmithery A forge run by a blacksmith named Satyr. Satyr’s specialty lies in durable armor and melee weapons forged from rare, brine-soaked metals scavenged from the surrounding area.   The Flying Fish Tavern A multi-story tavern with a faded blue roof covered in vines. Known for its good food and its legless bartender it serves local brews, hearty meals, and gossip from the region. The centerpiece is a massive, dried fish skeleton hanging above the bar.   The Apothecary’s Lantern A potion shop run by a peculiar herbalist named Myrna. Her shelves are lined with tinctures, poultices, and elixirs made from local herbs and fungi. Her healing potions often come with an unsettling side effect, such as vivid dreams or whispers in the night.   The Brine & Bone Market An open-air market located near the hamlet’s edge, featuring various stalls selling cured fish, trinkets, and peculiar wares salvaged from the nearby coast. The name comes from the salt-stained bones often used in the merchant displays.   The Clockwork Curiosity A small shop run by an eccentric tinkerer named Oswin, selling rudimentary mechanical contraptions. Among the wares are wind-up lanterns, self-propelled fishing lures, and simple automatons. Oswin also specializes in repairing damaged gadgets, including robots.   Ebb and Flow Outfitters A clothing and gear shop providing durable and practical attire for the harsh coastal climate. The owner, Marella, is a retired sailor who stitches seaweed patterns into her garments and offers waterproof cloaks, boots, and bags.   The Hollow Harp A music shop and gathering place for locals, selling instruments crafted from driftwood and bones. The shop is run by a quiet bard named Meran Silversong, who offers to enchant instruments for a fee.   Caspien’s Charity Depot A macabre name for a communal supply store, where those who can’t afford goods can barter their labor or scavenged items for essentials like food, rope, and lantern oil.   The Drowned Quill A small bookshop filled with water-damaged tomes, maps, and journals. Run by an elderly scholar named Anselm, the shop is a trove of lore about the region’s history, sea monsters, and cryptic prophecies.