Greenbeach
A vast sweep of eastern coastline where pale-green paddies stretch out toward the horizon, glistening beneath the salt air. The region’s fertile mudflats make it the rice capital of the continent, its fields feeding not only its own people but half the ports of the eastern seas. Yet Greenbeach is not defined by its bounty alone, it is the beating heart of the Brethren of the Coast, whose ships prowl the waters and whose influence reaches far inland. The shoreline itself is treacherous, patrolled by colossal crabs that stalk the shallows and sometimes lumber up into the fields, reminders that nature still contests man’s hold here. To outsiders, Greenbeach is a place of trade and piracy in equal measure, where rice and steel change hands with the same certainty as the shifting sands.
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